My kids feel it is imperative that they yell to me after having a bowel movement. First, to have me wipe their hineys, and second to tell me what shape their poop has landed in.
Their creativity never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes it's "like a snake!" or "it's a monkey tail!" or "ice cream poop!" or "it looks like a candy cane!" This evening... oh, this evening. It was "a mustache." Weird.
And ugh! They make me look at it! Every time!