Conversations on the Pot

So, Diva is calling for me from her bedroom this evening. After two delays requested by Scott, I finally go up there to see what she needs.

"You're being too loud and I can't get to sleep," she says.

"Alright, we won't talk so loudly. Do you have to go to pee-pee?"

Thoughtful pause, then, "Yeah."

So, I take her to the bathroom where she claims she now has to poop. I tell her I'll come back in a while to check on her. When I return a few minutes later, I ask, "Are you done?"

She rolls her eyes: "Don't make me say it mom... It takes time."

I know, I know...

Then she says, "But I've been doing a lot of 'F-wording'."

"F-wording?" I'm nervous.

"Yeah," and she takes her tone down a notch and whispers, "Farting."