If you don't mind a story about poo...

Sometimes after conversing with my boys, I just have to laugh.

Today, Ty was holding a tiny bit of dried dog poo.

He says, "Look Mom! Poo!"

me: "Ew! Are you really holding poo?!"

ty: "It's OLD poo."

me: "That doesn't matter. Go throw it away and wash your hands!"

As we wash:

Ty: "But it's OLD."

me: "That doesn't matter. Poo is poo, whether it's old or new. You don't touch it."

I had been pretty serious and disgusted, so when we went back into where Karter was, I thought about the poo-filled conversation and laughed and rolled my eyes.

Ty jumped on that and exclaimed to Karter, "It's FUNNY! Mom laughed!"

Me: "No, Ty. Holding poo really isn't funny. Please don't do it anymore."

After a reflective pause, Ty asks, "Why was I holding poo?"