So Many Questions

Before the pandemic, Zibbi was enrolled in Monkey School, a circus arts class.  For the last class, they demonstrated to parents what they had learned.  Zibbi was up, and I noticed that there was some kind of stain on the back of her pants.  The instructor called me over and asked me to investigate said stain with Zibbi.  When we pulled down her pants, to my shock, the inside was covered in poo.  Super stinky, super sticky.  Luckily, I had some wipes in my bag, so we used those to clean up.  Also luckily, we had driven, so Thom jumped in the car to retrieve a new pair of pants.  I realized after a bit of investigating, that Zibbi had been employing a "one and done" philosophy in wiping.  Which obviously had utterly failed.  Zibbi begged me NOT to tell her instructor, so when we FINALLY emerged from the bathrooms, I had to discretely nod at her teacher, letting the instrtuctor know that the problem was taken care of, without letting Zibbi know that I was letting her know.  

Last night, as Zibbi and I were snuggled into bed, I inquired what the dark brown stain on the front of the pants was.  Zibbi scratched at it, it didn't appear to be a new stain, it was not in fact crusty.  We wondered together if maybe it was chocolate?  She told me that I shouldn't worry as they weren't her poop pants. At the time, I didn't question this.  Then, later, I had SO very many questions.  What exactly are "poop" pants?  Which ones ARE the so called "poop" pants?  And most disturbing of all, how could I possibly have NOT followed up with further questions at the time of the conversation?  I guess time may reveal the answers to all these questions.