At the dinner table. Of course.
R- Everybody poops.
B- Even animals.
Dad- Anything that eats, poops.
B- The world?
Dad- Well, no. The world doesn’t eat, so it doesn’t poop.
As if on cue, R gets up from the table and announces, “I have to go poop.”
Dad, to B, who is still at the table- There goes R, off to make a poop! See? Everybody poops.
B- R poops.
B- B poops.
B- Daddy poops.
B- But not Mommy.
Dad- Of course Mommy poops.
B- No, she doesn’t!
Dad- Mommy eats, so she poops.
B, somewhat irritated now- No, she doesn’t!
Dad, getting irritated himself- Yes, she does!
B, stubbornly- Well, I’ve never seen her poop!
Dad, alarmed- It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to see her!
B, indignant- I’M NOT GOING TO TOUCH IT!