A diaper story: proceed at your own risk.
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She runs into the closet and closes the door. It's her usual doody spot lately.
Me: Are you pooping?
C: No!
<Loud noises ensue that I don't need to describe>
Me: Was that you pooping?
C: It was Larry the Cucumber!
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