Not in my face ...

The other night I announced it was bath time. I told McKenzie that her baby brother was going to get his bath first and then it was her turn.

She was instantly excited because that meant she got to help give him a bath. Well, we get into the bathroom and I start changing Britton's diaper. Turns out, it was a very messy diaper. McKenzie jumps back and says, "Eeewww, that's poopy" in her usual exaggerated tone. Then, she says as she's taking a few steps back, "Don't let the poop fly in my face."

I assured her the poop would not fly in her face. However, only after the diaper was safely in the Diaper Genie, did she want to help with the bath again.

Apparently, in McKenzie's world, poop has the ability to take flight.