bubba: (after throwing a sequin from his project from co-op at ezra’s from THREE WEEKS AGO that STILL is not totally dry [the craziness!] and waving his pointer finger around) GROSS!
mama: what is it? glue?
bubba: no, it’s poop.
mama: poop? where did it come from??
bubba: my bum.
mama: okay, we’re washing those hands right now.