Heavy duty dumping, part two

I have to report this: Daisy asked me a few minutes ago to change her diaper. I asked her if she had pooped, and she said yes, specifying that it was "huge." When I took the diaper off, however, there was nothing there. "You didn't poop after all," I said. She replied, "It's not huge. It's tiny. TEENY tiny."

And third but not least, today when we were driving home, Daisy let out a yell. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "I screwed up!" I realized instantly that I do this all the time; I make some noise of consternation and then say, "I screwed up."

Okay, she is climbing on me, must go.