Don't tell her I told you

Millie came home from school today with a worksheet about the letter p. She had to write a couple of p words and one she chose to write was poop. Awesome! Then later Jason and I went to our first parent/teacher conference where her teacher had nothing but nice things to say about her. (Poop was not mentioned.) On the way home we stopped and bought her a little diary with a lock and key to reward her for being such a good student. We told her she could write all her secret stuff in it so she immediately ran to her room, unlocked it and wrote a big secret. Later she told me the secret was poop and her name. But don't tell her I told you!