It goes like this: he’s playing or eating or dancing or whatever toddlers do all day, and he suddenly announces “NO POOP.” I have learned by trial and error that this means he is, in fact, pooping. Like, right then and there.
I don’t know how this blatant lying became de rigeur at our house, but it really hit its zenith this week when Seabass stopped playing with his tractors and grunted – literally, grunted – “NO [strain] POOP. [strain] NO POOP, MAMA.”
Liar, liar, pants en fuego.