Zane is back on the watermelon kick. We buy the little personal sized, seedless watermelons. Lately they've had small black seeds in them. One morning one of these little black seeds fell out of Zane's piece of watermelon and landed on his tray. He pointed at the seed, furrowed his brow, looked at me and said "poo-poo." I told him that it was a seed, not poo-poo. He insisted that it was poo-poo. And every time he eats watermelon and sees the little black seeds, he insists that they are poo-poo.

He, of course, continues to eat the watermelon with poo-poo in it. It worries me a little.