BB loves trucks, cars, trains, anything with wheels. LOVES them. He was happily playing with his toy dump truck, monster truck, and bulldozer yesterday evening while I worked on a project. All was going well until I happened to hear "Dump truck SMASH the poo-poo!" Yes, that's right. Poo.
I ran into the living room to discover my darling boy had managed to unload his pants (without removing them). Judging from the mess, he had been amusing himself for a while. It. Was. Everywhere. I cleaned and scrubbed tiny tire treads, my ottoman cover (thank God for that cover!) BB's clothes, the floor, etc. for a good 30 minutes. So if you happen to see my kid and he tells you "No touch the poo-poo; poo-poo NOOO," you'll know what he's talking about.