Yesterday a familiar scent wafted in my direction, leading to this bizarre conversation:
Pilgrim Mom: Aramis, you pooped! Come here, Mummy needs to change your diaper.
Porthos: [running] Wait, wait, I want to see!
Pilgrim Mom: Why?!?!
Porthos: I want to know what flavour it is.
Maybe those of you with daughters can tell me whether this sort of thing happens in your household….