Mystery substance

Thing Two: I think there's mouse poo in the bathroom. It's small and brown and doesn't taste like chocolate.

The finish line

Thing Two (at supper): I'm eating my green beans. They're going down, down my neck.
Auntie B: You mean your throat, inside your neck?
Thing Two: Yes. They're going down my froat. My mouth is the starting line, and my butt is the finish line.

We all had to change socks

The boys went to play at the neighbors' house yesterday. Within 3 minutes of their arrival, Thing One tells this story.

Thing One (to the neighbor lady): Today Thing Two pooed on the potty and he standed up to get toilet paper and when he standed up some poo fell off his butt onto the floor and then someone stepped in it but we didn't know who so we all had to change socks.

Everywhere I go at school

Thing One: At school, everywhere I go there are butt noises. And it smells like poo.

Poo!

Thing Two brings a Mr. Potato Head to me while I'm sorting laundry.
Thing Two: Poo. (pronounced PEW)
I examine the boy and find no telltale stench coming from the diaper. He hands me the Mr. Potato Head and points to the door on the backside.
Thing Two: Poo.
I shake it and hear potato-head pieces rattling inside. I open the door for him.
Thing Two (excitedly): Poo!