Violet came upstairs and got me, and by this I mean she grabbed my hand and pulled with all her might. All the while she was exclaiming excitedly, “Poop! Poop! Mama! Poop!”

“Did you poop somewhere?” I said. (This happens sometimes, and she was naked, after all, it being the post-morning-bath hour[s]. The potty training here is going … interestingly. I’ll post on that soon.)

So she practically dragged me down the stairs.

“Where’s the poop?” I kept asking. It was only 9:30, and I had already cleaned up cat poop off of the floor, swept up an entire box of crackers dumped and crushed on the kitchen linoleum, and washed lollipop out of this kid’s hair [note: hair-washing = screamy time], so I was asking this question with a bit of a sigh, mind you.

“Poop! Mama! Mama! Poop!”

At last we arrived at her destination: The TV. Ah, yes. I had turned on the movie Mary Poppins to calm her down post-hair-washing-screamy-time. Of course! It was the scene where our heroine, Ms. Poppins, aka “Pinches” [Princess], aka “POOP,” arrives at the Banks household, and Violet could not contain her enthusiasm about this turn of events. She was compelled to come get me, to show me what was happening because OMG TOO AWESOME! The Pinches is here! On our TV! Mary Poppins! POOP herself!

Ha, “Poop.” Thanks, Vibble, I needed that this morning.