Tonight she was pretending to be Lightening McQueen and she was giving me racing medals.
Shaggy: Here Momma! I got racing medals for you. You want it?Fortunately, she had not pooped.
Me: Sure, baby!
Shaggy: *sticks her hand down the back of her diaper and pretends to pull out a medal* Here you go, Momma! *and she shoves the "medal" down the neck of my shirt*
From that point on, she's alternated delivery locations. She will either shove it down my shirt or she'll rub it on my head.
Again, fortunately she's not pooped.