We stopped into an Old Navy yesterday to look for some much-needed maternity jeans. After finding a couple to try on, I headed for the dressing room with Thomas so M could look around. Inside, I heard rather loudly...
[Thomas] "Mama poop."
[me] mouth drops and a horrified look sweeps across my face... "Uh, what Thomas?"
[Thomas] "Mama Poop."
[me] "No, honey. Mama didn't poop. Did you poop?"
...and for the record, no one had pooped. Or farted. I have no idea where that came from.
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