Watch me pull a rabbit out of my ...

Warning: scatalogical material. This post may not be suitable for readers with delicate constitutions or who are currently eating lunch.

Scene: This morning, trying to get Wild Thing onto the changing table.

Me (hoisting him onto the table): WT, we need to change your diaper. You are poopy.

WT (transparently lying): No! I'm not!

Me: Yes you are. I can tell. (Opening diaper.) What's this in your diaper, if it isn't poop?

WT: It's a rabbit!

Me: A rabbit?

WT: Yes! There's a rabbit in my poop!

Note: No actual rabbit was detected in the fecal material.