Today I helped wipe Ava after a number two. She looked down into the toilet bowl after going, and said, "look, mom, it's a dad poop and two baby poops!" I agreed that it appeared as if there was a big poop and two little ones in the potty. She then said, "wait, mom--more poop is coming". Indeed, one more baby poop joined the others. She then said, "those poops are swimming away, but one poop is waiting for my pee. See, mom, pee is poop's best friend. Here comes the pee!"
It's never dull around here.