Tonight the little angel and I read books before bed.  One of the books was Once Upon a Potty.  Part of this book discusses the different parts of Prudence's body and what they are called. 

Me:  "Can you point to Prudence's eyes?"

The little angel pointed.

Me:  "Good!  Can you point to Prudence's ears?"

The little angel considers the picture, then decides Prudence's wiry ponytails are her ears.  Good enough.

Me:  "Good!  Can you point to Prudence's hands?"

The little angel nails the hands.

I look at the next page, where Prudence is leaning over, Girls Gone Wild-style, revealing a small circle that is the hole from which her poopy comes out (I know, because it says so in the text).

Me:  "CAn you point to where Prudence expels her fecal matter?"

The little angel laughs.

Me:  "Okay, fine.  Where does Prudence's poopy come out?"

The little angel has not considered this before.  She carefully studies the picture.

Me:  "Do you see a hole where the poopy might come?  Like where we put your diapers?"

The little angel finds the hole.

And I am deeply disturbed by the entire conversation.

Damn, parenting is hard.