Ella came running to me last week and told me, "Mommy, I've got black eyes!" She had just been looking in the mirror and discovered her pupils.
I was telling Jeremiah about that this morning and Ella was there, listening:
Jeremiah: Ella, those are called pupils.
Ella: No Daddy, they're not poopy!

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