Just for your entertainment...and mine since I'm bored. A couple of weeks ago I picked Imogen up from school and as I was loading her in the car I noticed a brown substance on the sleeve of her sweater. I said to her "Please tell me that is chocolate on your sweater and not poop." To which she responded very sheepishly "I don't know." So I told her to smell it. She looked at me like she thought I was insane but I told her I wasn't going to do it. I asked "Does is smell like chocolate?" She said "No." Me: "Well does it smell like poop?" Her: [again very sheepishly] "Yes." Ew, ew, ew. I told her to roll her sleeves up from now when she goes potty. Ah, having small children is such a joy.
I have no idea why I was so amused by it then and am still amused by it now. I just laughed when it happened and it still makes me smile- even though it's pretty gross.