Where does poop come from?

oh the questions of a 2yr old...

The other day Maya came running up to me with a very important question and with all seriousness.
"Where does poop come from?" 
Oh... how to answer that question without bursting out laughing.  So I said, "your butt".  She then looked around and saw the dog.  Went over to her and pulled her tail straight up pointed to the dog's butt and said, "poop's in there?"  Okay...  time for laughing!  there really was no stopping the laughing after that.

While playing out side in our back yard it started raining.  Maya looked up at the sky and then came running over to me.
"Can you turn it off mommy?"
"No, it is raining.  Mommy doesn't control the rain, unfortunately."
"Can Daddy?"

Another good one:
Why can't I eat that? (not really funny right...) well when she's pointing at the crumb pile I just swept up while asking, it adds a whole new dimension to the question.
"well no, because it's a pile of dirt" I say.
She looks at it and then replies, "but it's my breakfast and I am still hungry."
So there might have been a cheerio or two in the pile, and a few larger pieces of toast that fell. (Some how our dog missed them)  Lucky for me I talked her out of eating from the pile by giving her some pudding.  (yes half ended up on the floor, but the dog took care of that mess quickly).

Last one:
Morgan (5yrs old) was "reading" her new book about Disney princess weddings (yikes is an understatement) when Maya asked,
"Can I get married?"
"To whom?", I reply.
"Jazzy" she says boldly.
"well Jazzy is a dog" I start to explain when interrupted by "after I turn her into a prince!"