Yesterday, Elliana made several trips to the bathroom announcing that she needed to poop. Yet, she returned almost instantly saying she didn't need to after all. I became accustomed to hearing her talk herself through the experience with comments such as "Sometimes, you sit on the potty and just don't have to poop!". As she was working on making sense of the world, I was doing laundry. And, just as I carried in a bin of clothes to fold, I overheard her ponder out loud in a trailing voice:
"If I don't poop, then maybe I'll get a cavity..."