We celebrated Wyatt’s birthday last week, and as usual I had no great ideas for a cake. I tried to let him pick what he wanted, but his first response was always, “Um, a POO cake!” Then he would name random objects around the room, car, or wherever we happened to be, until I gave up.
Ignoring the noises I heard upstairs while the (first) cakes were cooling. I guess he wanted the birthday festivities to get started early! I have to admit it was pretty funny though.