This morning, after an extended session of whining and general stir-craziness we directed the kid to go play on the back porch for a little while. A few moments later this happened, with the kid on the back porch yelling at us through the open back door:
Kid: Daddy poopoo!
Dad: Do you need to poopoo? (clarifying because we’ve had some false alarms)
Kid: DADDY POOPOO!
Dad: Well, shit. (muttered under his breath)
On the bright side, the kid is learning synonyms.