Do Me a Fader

Chase sitting on the potty.
Chase: "Mom, you a famer?"
Mom: "Say that again."
Chase: "A fader?"
Mom: "A favor?"
Chase: "You do me a fader?"
Mom: "Sure what do you need?
Chase: "I need you do me a fader!"
Mom: "Do you need me to pull off your pants?" (a daily debate between Jason and I if it is easier if he is doesn't have them around his angles to get on and off by himself.)
Chase: "No. I need a fader."
Mom: "I will, I just don't know what favor you need. Do you need me to wipe your bum or help you down?"
Chase: "No. Do me a fader and do it!"
Mom trying hard not to laugh at the confusion of it all.
Mom: "What do you want my favor to be?
Chase: "Not YOU a fader. ME a fader."
Mom: "Do you want your favor to help you pull up your pants?"
Chase: "Yes!"