"...get out of my body!"

All of our three-year olds are required to use the bathroom after lunch, to ensure they don't have an accident once they are herded off to the nap room following a short story reading. With a dozen little "Grasshoppers" trying to get to use only three toilets we have available for them, it can be difficult to get them in and out in a timely fashion. Yesterday, I started the process early, asking a few to use the bathroom even before they'd finished their bow-tie pasta and turkey meatballs. Bad idea. Within in a minute or two, I wondered what was taking so long. "Come on guys," I begged, "we gotta get going - others are waiting!" In order to convince me they were not wasting time but in fact dedicated to the job at hand, all three started to make the sounds of groans and strains, signaling there was more than just pee to be dealt with here. "Come on, poop...get out of my body!" one of them finally declared. The others laughed, and started to repeat this same chant, over and over. Momentarily, my spirit floated out of my body as I thought, is this really what I'm listening to?! Is this truly what I now do for a living now?!?! But then, they were so cute, and so earnest in their attempts to get that poop out of their bodies, I just had to sigh and say, yes, I guess it is!