Somewhere between 5 and 7 times a day, Big Kid stops what's doing, wrinkles his nose, and says, "I smell poop. Mommy? Mudder? I fink I smell poop."
Of course I try to delay the inevitable for a moment, hoping against hope that he's wrong and it's a false alarm. "Are you sure?"
At this point he usually points his nose in little kid's general direction and confirms his suspicions. Today he even grabbed his pudgy arm and peeked into the back of his diaper. "Yeah. Eww. You need to change his diaper. I don't wanna haf to be smellin' poop."
I don't really enjoy being ordered around, so sometimes just to upset him I tell him that he should have to do it; that if you find the poop, you clean it up. That always gets an indignant, "I'm not his mudder, I'm not gonna do it."
Once I even offered him a twenty...still turned me down.
He also always finds the dog poop. Always.
Thanks for your vigilance, Big Kid.