Yup, we've hit the potty talk stage. I find it so funny I have trouble keeping a straight face and telling the little stinker that potty talk needs to happen in the bathroom. 'Cause you know if you encourage this behavior, he may start shouting, "Poop! Poop! Poop!" in the grocery store where people just don't understand. Today he made up a song: I love you, in a shoe, even though you look like ducky poo. When he and Rose were in the bathtub, we all sang it with abandon.