Scene: Tuesday night. Al is out. Post-dinner, we are upstairs for a rousing game of Hssss!
Chava: Mom! I have to poop!
Me: Well, then, go poop.
Chava runs off to make her deposit. A few seconds later, we hear, with much excitement:
Chava: Maddox! Come here! You've gotta see this!
Maddox runs over (thudthudthud).
Chava: I know! I pooped a turtle! It looks just like a turtle.
Maddox: She really did, Mom. You guys should enter her in a talent contest.