Everybody Poots

Can I just start by saying that... Saying the word "poot" is just as disgusting to me as the actual act of.

anywho*

Tonight I decided to take a quick jog on the treadmill ( which sits in my bedroom) while Reese was curled up in my bed watching 'Strawberry Shortcake'. She was becoming extremely restless and spent several minutes shuffling the pillows and covers...subcontiously trying to avoid the inevitable..... falling asleep.
I was managing a steady pase until Reese looked in my direction and said something in an inaudible voice.

This was our conversation:

Me: "Reese, talk louder. I can't hear you over the noise." (the treadmill hums obnoxiously loud).

Reese: "I SAID...I POOTED!!!"

Me: "Oohhh... Well that's okay baby, everybody poots. It just happens by accident sometimes."

Reese: "It WAS an accident... I ACCIDENTALLY pooted IN your piddow (pillow)."

Me: ....... :/ ...... "oh" *as I turn off the treadmill & secretly switch pillows w/ my husband.* :p