...one must be prepared for the turn that every conversation will eventually take: to poop. And all it's associated bodily functions.
Example the first:
Noah: Knock knock!
Me: Who's there?
Noah: POOOOOOOP!!! (falls on the floor laughing)
Example the second:
(While watching Little Einsteins and becoming musical geniuses)
Noah: Mommy! The French Horn sounds like my toots!!! (again, falls on the floor laughing)
Example the third:
(Lesson courtesy of his father)
Noah: If I get eaten by a crocodile, then I become crocodile poop!
Me: Well, I suppose so. I hope you don't get eaten by a crocodile though!
Noah: I want to be crocodile POOP! (falls on the floor laughing, of course)
Me: Of course you do.
Noah: If I get eaten by a robot, then I become robot poop! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Me: Go discuss this with your father.
Example the fourth:
Noah: Mommy, you have beautiful eyes...and you smell like my toots!
Me: Thank you?
It's rare a day goes by where one of these conversations doesn't take place in our house. If you have a little boy-type baby, consider yourself warned.