B.B.- Mom! I pooped! Come and wipe my butt! (He's only three & not really great at the cleaning part of being potty trained. We're working on it)
Me- OK, I'm coming. You can stop screaming.
B.B.- Hey look, my poop looks like a cup cake!
Me- Really? Uh...OK. I guess. (Not exactly what I was thinking when I saw it, but then it's all subjective isn't it?)
B.B. - Yeah. A poop cup cake! Only you tan't eat it. It's nasty. It just looks like a cup cake.
Me- Thanks for the warning, man.
If you don't believe me, just ask QM. I was on the phone with her while this was going on.