Shifting the Blame

Shortly after coming home and playing with the kids I smelled something, and I knew it could only be one thing.  Usually that particular odor triggers an immediate response of tackling her to the ground and changing her diaper as quickly as I can.  In my mind I think, "I don't want to smell this any longer," and "I can't let her play like that or that diaper will explode all over the floor."  But she was being so nonchalant about it, perhaps hoping to fly under my radar undetected.  So, I decided to humor her.  I asked my little girl if someone went poo poo.  She said, "Brother, poo poo."  I asked, "Did your brother go poo poo?"  She said, "yes."  Thinking this was fun, she then blamed her baby sister, and a similar conversation ensued.   Then she suggested it was Mommy, and, finally, she blamed me.  Then she walked away with her saggy diaper bouncing against the back of her knees.  She wasn't foolin' anyone.  Then I tackled her to the floor and changed her.