Emergency post! Just now Ryan and Abby are playing in the living room while I've got the kitchen table covered in a plastic tablecloth and lots of paint. Abby says to Ryan: "Something smells like poop." Ryan tells her we don't talk like that unless we are in the bathroom. I reinforce this by telling Abby, Ryan's right we only talk like that if when we are going potty. Without a word, she gets up, walks to the bathroom, and I hear her whisper: "poop." She then comes back and sits down on the living room floor as if nothing happened. I almost bit my lip trying not to laugh.
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