Toddlers are Wierd

*This is a time- out from my Budapest stories. I promise, I'll finish them.

I'm in the bathroom and Magnus comes in.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"I'm using the toilet."
He pulls up a chair and sits right in front of me, almost knee to knee.
"Are you pooping?" he asks very interested.
"No," I also realize that the toddler and I have gotten to the place in our relationship that being interrogated by him about my bathroom habits is no longer akward.
"I'm pooping."
Hoping I misheard I ask, "You need to poop?"
"I fart-pooped."
"Oh."

We're still at that lovely stage of toilet training where accidents happen.