While getting Danger Baby into her diaper this afternoon, I had a very revealing conversation with her.
DB: Poop poop poop *grabs butt-cheeks* Mama I have to poop I have poops in my butt.
Me: *checks DB's butt* Nope, I don't see any poops.
DB: Where are all my poops?
Me: They're up here in your belly. *Squishes belly*
DB: *laughs and squirms from tickles* I like poops.
Me: You like poops?
DB: Yeah. I like them. I like poops. A lot.
Me: Why? Why do you like poops?
DB: Because I like them. I just do.
Me: Hmmm... Ok then.
She has really been something else the last few days.
I told Robert about this, and of course, he had to ask her the same thing. "Why do you like poops? Poops are gross and stinky."
"No they're not! They're pretty and shiny and sparkly and blue! I love them!"
What the hell has this kid been eating??