Lost in translation

The Duckling looked at me and said, "Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop."

"Do you have poop, honey?"

Nods head.

I do the disgusting Mommy Sniff.

(Stop gagging, you've done it too)

Lifted her up, sniffed. No poop. Opened the diaper and smelled. No poop.

"I don't think so, babe."

Grunt. Grunt. Grunt.

"Ahhh, it's not that you HAVE poop, you HAD TO poop."

Time to start thinking about using the potty training potty as more than just a bath for the dolls.