It looks like we’ve got a tattler on our hands.

Last week, Hannah, who is hardly a fluent talker, started saying “poopy-head,” a term that is frowned upon in this household.

After we made it clear to her that “poopy-head” is not an appropriate thing to say, interesting things started to happen. I’d walk out of the room and a minute later Hannah would call to me, “Day-chel (Rachel) say “poopy-head!”

Upon investigation, it turned out that Rachel was indeed saying poopy-head on occasion when I left a room. Frowns followed.

Hannah is still tattling, but doesn’t have quite the same material. Anything unusual that comes of Rachel’s mouth is a concern to her.

“Day-chel say “Ria-Ria,” she says to me seriously, brows furrowed. Or another time she might turn her face directly under mine and say, “Day-chel say “Ah!”

Rachel and I just look at each other and giggle.

“Toddlers,” Rachel’s face says to me, smiling knowingly, as if she wasn’t saying “poopy-head” just a few days ago.