Overhead, whilst Mom and Bubba were picnicking outside:
Bubba: Why did Liebe poop over there?
(Pointing at a pile of poo several feet away from us.)
Mama: Well, that's just what dogs do. They poo in the grass.
Pause.
Bubba: We should buy her a potty.
Long pause.
Bubba: She could flush it with her foot.
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