E3 has recently learned that somewhere, from someone, but she won't give up the culprit. Instead, when I ask she claims, "It's magic."
I don't even think it's true - they don't actually poop, but you never know if they were last standing in poop - isn't that how it goes?
She's not at all afraid of sharing this new knowledge. Oh, no. Her gymnastics teacher, another mom at gymnastics, my sister-in-law's boss at St. Louis Bread Co...charming.