L2- Goothie, wanna come th-ee mine poop?
L1- No thanks. . . (as she is skipping and twirling around) . . . Well, actually okay. . . Oh, Liam, that is so gross! Some of it is gray. What did you eat, boy?
L2- I don’t knnnooooowwwww.
L1- Well that is a-gusting, but good job.
Then Lydia walks into my room. I am chuckling.
S- Ewwww, Lydia! I cannot believe you went to look at his poop.
L1- Yep. We are gross like that. You know how we are!