Apparently a pebble-sized little poo-nugget fell out of his diaper and onto the floor. (Yes, he was wearing pants AND a diaper the entire time.) A few minutes later, he found it and thought it was some sort of fruit snack(?) or something and decided to give it a try. He came and got me in the kitchen-- spitting and wiping his tongue.
What's wrong? I asked, already worrying about the reply.
"Me ate poop."
"Me ate poop nugget."
WHERE? WHY? WHAT?!!#@$@
"In dinding room."
And yes, indeed it was right there. The tiny little poo-poo nugget, bit in half, lying on the dining room carpet.
HEAVEN HELP ME.