Little Stinker

Hannah and I were sitting in the living room when I smelled something gross. I just looked at her and she screamed, "I'm not poopy!" I asked if she was sure and she said, "Yes, no poopy!" She grunted and her face strained and turned red for a moment before she yelled, "No poopy!" again. She then walked away bowl-legged muttering, "Squishy, squishy." She turned to me once more and said defiantly, "Not poopy."