One Hundred Pieces Bad

My son, Calvin, has a knack for putting words together. He has been talking non-stop about how his fifth birthday is "coming on," and keeps referring to himself in the third person as "Calvie." I find myself unable to keep these quotes to myself, so here is the most recent gem he gave us at a restaurant the other day.

Calvin: Daddy?
Me: What do you need, Calvin?
Calvin: I need to go to the bathroom.
Me: Can you wait for just a minute?
Calvin: I can't. I have to go really bad. I have to go one hundred pieces bad!

He wasn't kidding...