Tissue Please

We have reached a new level in our house and now on this blog, but this story must be told.  Abigail called me to the bathroom where I found her sitting on the potty.  "Mommy could I have a tissue please?"  "Did you go?"  She shook her head no.  "Do you have a runny nose?"  Abigail replied, "I am going to poop, but I need a tissue to cover my nose because it is going to stink."  I think it is time to send that girl down the hill to the horse farm to clean stalls.  We have a princess problem.