“Come on now. Lie back down. You need to get enough rest for school tomorrow.”
“I hate school days! They’re made of poo.”
“But maybe it’s beautiful sunshine-y poo.”
“Wouldn’t that make it burning poo?” came the question from the top bunk.
“Burning poo! Burning poo! Burning poo! Burning poo!”
“I’m sorry,” she said from up top.
“BURNING POO! Hahahahahahahahahaha”