The other night I was cleaning up after dinner. Adam was trying to gently coax Kenly into eating the last bites on her tray when out of nowhere she starts screaming and frantically pointing. The whole thing went down something like this...
Kenly: I see poo. I see poo. Poo.
Me: You see what? Where do you see poo? Are you talking about Winne the Pooh? I don't see poo.
Kenly: (with emphasis) I see poo. I see poo.
Adam: That might be worse than seeing dead people.
I nearly fell on the floor laughing. I love my husband.