Don't say poop.

Me: Are you done pooping?
R: Mommy, don't say poop.  That's a yucky word.
Me: Well, poop is pretty yucky.
R: Don't say the word poop.  Say, are you done going to the restroom?
Me: Oh, sorry, are you done going to the restroom?
R: That's much better! And, YES!

Ten minutes later, he hawks a loogie, spits it onto the car bc we're outside, and screams "I need to go poop again! Be right back!"  Yucky alright.

I look forward to the day they can do it all alone, then maybe, just maybe, I'll miss these moments.