Tonight, after dinner, as Elijah was coaxing us to come play with him, we smelled a foul stench in the air. "Did you poop?" I asked.
"No." came his immediate reply.
Due to the evidence and the nature of this all too familiar conversation I rephrased the question. "Are you trying to poop?"
"No," he answered. "My booty's too big."
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