Madison ran past me a few moments ago saying that she had to go poop! had to go poop! had to goooo pooooop! Needless to say a minute or so later she was calling for the cleanup brigade. Our conversation went thus:

Madison: Mom, first I had to go poop and I was pushing in the basement!

Me: Uh…

Madison: No, wait! First I was in the basement and then I said I had to go poop and then I was pushing!

Me: Well…

Madison: No, wait! I was in the basement and I was pushing and…

Me: You shouldn’t push until you get up here.

Madison: No, I didn’t. But when I did I was downstairs and look! I got poop on my fingers!

Me: Yack! Eww! (wipe wipe) You know you might have led with that.

Madison: Yeah, but I had to go fast, Mom, you know.

Me: Don’t touch my shirt, you have poop on your fingers.

Madison: Yeah, but it’s only a little! Look!

Me: Excellent.