Yesterday I was trying to catch a minute's peace on the toilet when Maggie came in to see what was going on. It seems that when someone else goes to the bathroom that it prompts her to have to go, too. Immediately, she wrinkled up her nose:
Eew, Mama! Did you poop? It smells BAD!
Yes, I did. If you don't like it, why don't you just GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM while I'm in here.
I can't leave because I have to poop, too.
Okay, fine. Once I'm done, you can go. But when you poop, it'll stink, too.
No, it won't because my poop doesn't stink.
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