You're looking for what?

So, last night, we went over to Patty and Rodney's house for an impromptu burger grilling. Patty and I have ideas of getting all the kids familiar with each other so that there could be some possible date night trading some time in the future.

The kids have "eaten" (Grace was the only one to actually finish anything at all), and the grown-ups are sitting in the kitchen enjoying some great burgers et al, and Poodle comes buzzing through the kitchen with an I'm-on-a-mission look in her eyes. And she let's us all know:
"I'm looking for my diarrhea".

Excuse me?

The four of us are laughing, she has NO idea what is so terribly funny, and I get the impression from her that she thinks we're all a bit looney.

I tell her to let me know when she finds it, because let's face it, I'm really curious to see what poor object has been renamed diarrhea.

She scoots around a corner, bends over and picks up the missing object, and declares with pride "I found it!"

Poor Grace's flower-adorned DIARY is the recipient of this unfortunate nickname, and I dare say Poodle may never live it down.