Rooby: [chattering about things that are EWW, GROSS]
Me, leaning in: What’s the grossest thing you can think of?
Rooby: Hmm. What’s the grossest thing I can thing of…. Your butt?
Me: MY butt??
Rooby: No, my butt.
Me: Your butt’s not gross. When you were a baby it was very cute.
Rooby: Even when it made POO?
Me: Yes, even then.
Rooby: Remember when you first got Daisy and she did a BIG. POO.
Me: Yes, I do. It was a giant pile of poo.
Rooby: Was it a STACK of poo?
Me: It was a TOWER of poo.
Rooby: It was a WORLD of poo!
Rooby: Oh! I just realized what is the grossest thing I can think of.
Rooby: A GIANT STACK OF POO.