Ben: Eeewww! Dad, there’s poop on the floor!
Me: (Confused because there’s no reason for poop to be on the floor) What????
Ben: There’s poop on the floor under my chair. I don’t know how it got there!
Me: (as he runs to the bathroom) Are you sure?
I cleaned it up, and a few minutes later he sheepishly returned to the den:
Ben: It was me, Dad. I forgot to go poop.