The Last Conversation I Heard

Stella was sitting at the table covered in pie. Jack walked by headed for the bathroom.

Stella said, "Jack, come here!"

"Not right now," he said. "I've got a little pooping to do."

Five minutes later I hear a yell from the bathroom. "MOMMY! I'm ready to wipe my poop crumbs!"

"Mommy's upstairs, Jack," I replied.

"Okay. DADDY! I'm ready to wipe my poop crumbs!"

And that's a pretty typical evening conversation around here.