It’s Poopy!

This morning during our wait in the Starbucks drive-thru line, my 3 year old and I had this conversation:

Mason: Mommy, it’s poopy!  Look up dere.
Me: What poopy?  Where?
Mason: Up dere! (He points to a smear of mud high on the wall of the Starbucks building beside us where we are waiting in line.)
Me: Honey, I don’t think that is poopy.  Just because something is black and yucky doesn’t mean it is poopy.
Mason: It is Mommy!  It is! I think it is!
Me: I don’t think so.  It’s just dirt. How would poopy get up high on that building?
Mason: It walked up dere and splattered itself all over!
Me: Oh…gross!
Mason: (Starts laughing)  Poopy does that sometimes.