Several months ago, fairly shortly after we moved here, we saw snails crawling over the outside of the bedroom window. One of the snails left a long trail of poop behind it, which I, without thinking, pointed out to Sylvia. Ever since, all snails have been "poopy snails."
Yesterday morning Derrick discovered a mass of "poopy snails" happily suctioned to the underside of a discarded capri-sun package. This prompted him to yell, "Ooh gross! Come look at this!"
Somehow I don't think it occurred to him that Sylvia would be the first to respond.
Somehow I also don't think he expected our darling, precious, princess of a daughter to play with the "poopy snails."
Somehow I think Derrick has a lot to learn about little girls. Especially ones related to me.