A little girl walks in to the den one Sunday morning while her
dad is reading the paper.
“Where does poo come from?” she asks.
The father, feeling a little perturbed that his 5 year old daughter
is already asking difficult questions, thinks for a moment and says:
“Well you know we just ate breakfast?”
“Yes,” answers the girl.
“Well, the food goes into our tummies and our bodies take out all the
good stuff, and then whatever is left over comes out of our bottoms
when we go to the toilet, and that is poo.”
The little girl looks shocked, and stares at him with watery eyes,
in stunned silence for a few seconds, and then asks, “And Tigger?”