Poop Vents

Dear Caden,

Your fascination with poop has increased exponentially once you realized the function of the restroom vent. Now, you have known about the vent - or "fan"- as you have always called it, for quite some time. For some reason the light bulb went off in your little head and you now have a much deeper understanding of the vent and it's true purpose after asking a bazillion (not an exaggeration) questions. This weekend you have tried to go poop at least 3,486,354 times, and it is only Saturday, just so you could turn the vent on and whisk away the stinky smell.

Today as we were playing outside with some friends, one of them happened to poot. This of course made you come to me giggling hysterically.
"Momma! She pooted!" *snicker*
"Shhhh Caden, it isn't polite to say that out loud and point out when other people poot."
Still giggling, "Momma! It's stinky! Can we turn on the vent?"
"There are no vents outside Caden, just in the restroom. Shhhh...stop talking about it please. Go play."
You run off, still smiling that the neighbor had pooted.

This evening while saying our nighttime prayers you asked Jesus for a poop vent outside. I tried to stifle my laughter as I reminded you that vents were just for inside bathrooms.
"Yeah, but Jesus answers prayers Momma."
. . . That I can't argue with. Of course, my son would pray for a poop vent instead of world peace, or waffles. It does make me wonder what the true purpose of tornadoes are though. . .

Love,
Mommy