Fistful of Poop

At the grocery store today, we heard someone calling out Dexter's name as we perused the bakery section. Turns out it was one of Dexy's check-out lady friends who had been promoted to the bakery. She offered him a donut hole and began chatting with Ben and me about her kids. She mentioned that her 5 year old daughter was very amused by her 2 year old brother's recently-developed nose-picking habit. She commented that kids pick up all sorts of things from other kids at pre-school and joked that she doesn't think her daughter will be as amused when he starts reaching into his pants and pulling out his poop. Dexter stood there quietly eating his donut hole and, apparently, taking notes. After nap today, he proceeded to stick his hand down the back of his pants and pull out a fistful of poop. He was not happy about it and came running to me, "Mommy help clean it!"