We had a beloved friend over for lunch today. After he finished eating, Tucker said, "Mommy, I need to go potty."
Then he turned to our guest and said, "Would you like to come upstairs to see how poop comes out?"
Oh, no. No, he did not just say that.
Not easily alarmed, she took it in stride. She even gestured to me to hold off just a moment before I dove in with lessons on propriety. With total charm, she said, "You know what? I have two boys of my own, so I know very well how poop comes out. But thank you for inviting me."
Praise the Lord for good friends who can handle the most unbelievable. Even I was blushing.