"Mommy, smell Oliver's breath"

For some reason, that phrase struck a little fear in my heart. Haha! This morning, Natalie came up to me and we had the following conversation:

"Mommy, smell Oliver's breath"
"Why?"
"Just do it, it's a special surprise"
"What did he eat?"
"*giggle* It's a surprise - it was brown and round"

*at this, I really started to get a little scared*

"Did he eat poop?"
"Just smell his breath"

So I did, no poop breath, couldn't smell much at all, thanks to my allergies.

"I can't smell anything, what did he eat?"
"I gave him a Whopper"
"You gave him what?" - she has a secret stash of candy in her playroom. She doesn't eat it often, and never without asking, so I don't stress about it. She keeps it packed for Girl Scouts. LOL
"I gave him a Whopper. Just one. He LOVED it!"

Then they had a Whopper picnic on the floor.