What My 3-Year-Old Thought I Was Going to Feed My 1-Year-Old

Apologies in advance for the scatalogical nature of this post. But I’m trying to get back to Family Fridays on this here blog, and nothing says family (at least our family) like this actual conversation that took place in the kitchen yesterday:

3-year-old son: Daddy, can you help me?

Me: Hold on… I’m getting your sister some food.

3-year-old son: Some poop?

Me: <Trying to stifle laughter>

3-year-old son, wanting to be heard and still awaiting my response: POOP???

Me: No… some FOOD.

3-year-old son: OHHH. I thought you said you were going to give her some poop.

Can’t make this stuff up.