Charlotte and I went to Mr. Lee's house for a visit this morning. I was seated comfortably on the sofa, drinking my coffee. Charlotte was keeping herself busy running in circles and hiding behind pillows. Towards the end of our visit, Charlotte came over to the sofa, lifted the back of my shirt up a little and tugged on my belt. I asked her what she was doing.
Charlotte: "I'm checking for poop!"
We put on our coats and left shortly thereafter.
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