I decided to ask Rachel if she'd like to write the post for this weeks Friday club carnival and she said yes. I told her it was "carnival of poo" and she could do anything she liked about it.
So this is what she dictated.
I love poo, so cuddly and funny and with rumbly in the tummy.
I was bemused and asked her why she likes her poo so much, to which she said
You love poo too mummy, it's your favourite story
And suddenly it all came clear, Rachel loves Winnie the Pooh.
And so I was reminded of when she was about two and I ran to the toilet saying "I need a poo" and a few minutes later she brought me Pooh. Oh the memories.