Poop

Her sense of humor runs heavily to poop jokes.

Not too surprising, perhaps. She is three.

There's poop on the tree! Poop on your head! Poop on the grass! Um... Poop on the car! Um... (she looks around for inspiration) Poop on the playground!

etc.

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Today she called me into the bathroom, where she'd just finished pooping.

She had arrayed herself in "downward facing dog," butt to the door.

"Wipe me!" she shouted, when she saw I had entered the room.