Bananas

Lacy just can't tell me about stuff anymore, she has to show me. If I try to say, just tell me about it, she'll take my hand and say "No, Mommy, c'mon, c'mon you've got to see this" So, at lunchtime, Lacy announces (I have no idea why they have to announce it)
"I have to go potty"
Me, "Ok, go"
Lacy, a minute later, "Mommy, come see this, come see this"
Me, "What is it?"
Lacy, "No, Mommy, you have to come see this"
Me, "Ok, I'm coming"
I open the door the bathroom, see Lacy sitting on the potty eating a graham cracker which is gross enough and warranted a conversation how we don't EAT in the bathroom and then...
Me, "What is it?"
Lacy, "You've gotta see this Mommy, my poop looks just like a banana"
Me, "I don't need to see it"
Lacy, "No Mommy, see, it looks just like a banana"
Me, "I do not need to sit and we do not need to talk about it" "And we do NOT eat in the bathroom"