Conversations with an almost two-year old

I was sitting on the edge of the back door frame with Little Bit playing next to me this past weekend. He tried to squeeze between me and the closed door, then reached out to pull at my pant's waistband in the back.

"What are you doing?!" I asked him.

Little Bit looked up at me and said, " (Is) there poo-poo?"

Me, LMAO, "No, there's not poo-poo in my pants!"

I check his pants sometimes, so I guess he felt he needed to check mine!

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(all of us sitting at the table eating)

Little Bit says, "(something) (something)"

DH tries to translate the toddler-speak. " 'Who farted?' I don't know."

I LMAO, because it did sort of sound like that's what he asked.