Sam crawls into my bed every morning after she wakes up. Sometimes it's around 6 a.m., sometimes it's around 7:30 a.m., and sometimes she's there just for some cuddling around 2 a.m. (though thankfully she goes back to sleep when she crawls in then).

On one recent morning, she hopped into my bed and we cuddled for a while. Then she got down and ran to the bathroom to potty. When she came back in, her little nose was all crinkled up.

Sam: "Mommy, it smells bad."

Me: "It smells bad?"

Sam: "Yeah. I think it smells like poopy."

Me (afraid one of our animals mistook the carpet for an appropriate elimination surface again): "Where's it smell like poopy?"

Sam: "In my nose."

I'm sorry, but there's no way not to crack up at that. It's one of those obvious kid answers that just never occurs to you until a 4-year-old says it sincerely.