Gilberto, singing to himself: I like the way you move it, move it. I like the way you move it...
Gabi: Hey! Move and Poop! Daddy, move and poop, they rhyme!
Gilberto: That's my girl!
I'm glad he's so proud of her, though I think it has more to do with the content of what she said as opposed to her attempt to rhyme.
I didn't know that girls went through the poop stage. But I can now attest that they do. Yes, girls seem to be just as fascinated by the word poop as boys. It's a lovely addition to our family vocabulary.
I have to admit, though, that during times of incessent crying or full on breakdowns, I've spurted out a poop word or two, in an effort to get Gabi to laugh. And it works! I like to think that I'm adaptable.