Everybody Poops, But Where Does It Go?

We didn't quite make it to the bathroom, so we had to dispose of the, ahem, evidence after the fact. After the toss and the plop, Zora said, "Bon voyage!" and waved her poop good-bye. Then she turned to me.

"Mama, where does the poopy go?" she asked.

"In the sewer," I told her.

"Ohhh. With all his poopy friends?"