Talk of Poo

Emily informed me she was "going to go poop on the little potty." She called me a couple of minutes later, yelling, "Moo-ooom! Come wipe my butt!"

So I walk into the bathroom and she points to the potty chair.

"Look, Mom, I pooped! It kinda looks like a lobster, huh Mom?"

If I liked lobster, I don't think I'd ever look at it the same way. Oh, and btw, it looked nothing like lobster.