"Hey, honey," Francine, said to her little girl, who had frizzy blonde hair falling all over her face, and suspiciously sticky fingers. "I'm Francine. What's your name?"

"Poooooooooooooooo!" the little girl yelled happily, jumping up and down.

"...Your name is Poo? Your fake parents must be really mean," Francine replied, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "I mean... that's a really unusual name."

"Noooo! Pooooooooooooooo!" the girl shouted again, cackling. Then she proceeded to start writing on the wall with her suspiciously sticky fingers.

Francine eyed the artwork, trying to control whatever was happening to her mouth so she didn't say anything to make the little girl burst into tears. "That's very..." Round? Bumpy? Impossible to identify? "What is that a picture of?" she went with, leaning over to point. "Can you tell me what that is?"

The little girl held up her suspiciously sticky fingers high above her head as if doing the Wave. "Pooooooooooooooooooooooo!" she crowed.

"Oh good lord." Francine reached for a tiny wrist. "Can I see your hands, please? I think we need to wash them."

"Noooooo! Poooooooooooo!" Giggling maniacally, the wee girl swiped her hands across Francine's horrified face, then scrambled away.

Against anything resembling better judgement, Francine took a deep breath... and then licked the chocolate off her nose. She sighed and reached for a Wet-Nap -- make that two.