Last nite, as we were eating dinner, Zach looked up in the hanging fruit basket, and noticed a very black banana (for banana bread) in the top basket.
Being the astute two year old that he is, he quickly deduced that it was what it looked like, and proclaimed, "Poop!"
Luckily, I had swallowed my milk before he said this, or my dear husband would have been taking a milk bath right there at the dinner table.
After we explained that it wasn't poop (even tho it did sort of look like it), he decided he wanted to eat it. But after licking it and taking a small bite, he quickly changed his mind and asked for a regular banana.
Never a dull moment. Never.