Me: OK MB, when we get inside I need you to let the dogs out and then get out your homework while I make dinner.
MB: OK Mom, but first I need to take care of business.
Me: Buisiness? You're seven. What on earth are you talking about??
MB: (Whispers) Mom it's a nice way of saying I have to poop.
Of course it is.....
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