I was just in the bathroom with N. She was in there making poops. I do the drive by every couple of minutes, "Are you done?" "You doing OK in there?" "You need help yet?", etc. So finally like all of our kids I am sure, she screams, "I AM DONE!" Like she had been waiting for hours. Ha! I go in and she is kind of bent over, she tells me when she was pooping, goes into detail about how it wasn't when I was in the bathroom, but when she was waiting ALL of that time for me. She felt a pain in her lower belly. I was explaining to her about how sometimes the poop coming out hurts, or... Right then she has an explosion!!! The look on her little face was priceless! I almost peed my pants. I said, "Are you OK honey!" "Yes" "Well I bet you feel better now?" "Yes" "That was probably the pain your tummy" "It needed to come out" "Yes" So I wiped her and she gets up, turns around and looks, I said I need to clean the toilet! She said, "I am sorry" I said, "You made poop soup!" She laughed and said, "I am sorry I did that!" I said, "You didn't do anything honey" She said, "Well my booty did!" I was laughing so hard. That kid cracks me up sometimes, a lot of the time. The other day I was talking about Stranger Danger and all of that pleasant stuff. I said how no-one should touch your privates. Not your boobies, your behind, your cootie. She said, "Oh like Cootie Danger?" I just looked at her and said yeah... ***I just got her into bed, as I was chasing her around the house I was yelling, "I am gonna get those BABY TOES!" This is a game we played when she was a baby. She screams, "No then you'll have to call a TOE-TRUCK!"