In a prayer over breakfast (by Princess):
... And bless us to be safe. And good. And nice to everyone. And bless the food.
And bless that everyone in the world will not be constipated.
When her prayer was finished (and my laughter was stifled) I asked her if she knew what constipated meant.
"Yeah!" she said, "Remember when you showed me how to say it in sign language?"
Actually, no. I don't remember. I don't deny it, but I can not recall sitting down with my 6-year-old and showing her how to sign 'constipated'.
She then proceed to show me the various signs for different types of poop, thus confirming her story.
And so I stand corrected.
But hey, the good news is... no constipation for anyone today!