A Three-Year-Old's Reason For Liking Random Things

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.


UPDATE:

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."

Her answer:
"No they're not! They're pretty and shiny and sparkly and blue! I love them!"

What the hell has this kid been eating??

Danger Baby Is Concerned About Your Lack Of Cats

While getting ready for the day, Danger Baby had some questions for me.

DB: Mama, do you like Pocahontas?

Me: Sure, I guess she's ok.

DB: I never met her, Mama! I love her! *crazy giggle* Do she have a cat? I want to pet her cat. Do she have a cat, Mama?

Me: No, she doesn't have a cat.

DB: Do Pocahontas have a cat? Mama?

Me: No, she does not have a cat. 

DB: Mama, Mama, can I see her cat? Do she have a cat?

Me: No. She. Does. Not. Have. A. Cat.

DB: Do Pocahontas have a cat?

Me: NO! NO, SHE DOES NOT HAVE A CAT!

DB: *runs just out of sight around bathroom door jam* *peeks back into bathroom* *whispers* She needs a cat. *runs off*

The hell?