poo shapes

As Dennis was sitting on the toilet last night, I heard him say "it looks like a whistle", and I looked to see what he was talking about. A small turd in the shape of whistle was indeed what I saw. I chuckled a bit at the cuteness of it and then let it go. But when this morning's constitutional provoked the following interesting diatribe ("look, Mommy, that one looks like a French fry, and that one looks like a noodle"), I wondered if we might be in for an actual poo-shape-identification phase. Parenthood. You can't make this stuff up.