Conversation around the breakfast table

P: My tummy hurts

C: Maybe you have to poop

P: I do not have to poop

C: But that is the trick, you have to poop

P: C, stop it. Girls don't poop.

C: Yes they do. That is the trick. Just go poop.

P: Fine! I will try. Jeez C.

Tweedle P stomps off to the bathroom and closes the door. Raoul checks on her 5 minutes later and she proclaims it will be awhile. Ten minutes after that the toilet flushes.

C (after hearing the toilet flush): Yeah! Good job P. That did the trick.