The Uncarved Block OR The Profession of Changing P'u

I work at a daycare with children spanning the range of Infant to Preschooler, and we spend much of our time knee deep in poo.
We are adults, of course, and so the tendency is to call it by more socially acceptable terms; as adults it should be shit, crap, or perhaps even faeces or excrement. These widely accepted adult terms are not, of course, acceptable for children. Shit is violent, crap simply vulgar, and faeces/excrement are just above developmental levels.
Poo it is.
We spend quite a lot of time talking about it, given that we are so very thoroughly ensconced in it for so much of our working day, and the monosyllabic delight bears a marked resemblance to another term, P'u. As far as I understand it, P'u is the concept of the unshaped block, the idea of our unchanged, simple nature unclouded by abstract thought or gross academic activity. I will not be the first to discard my hard-won education, but sublimating the "higher" aspects of thought to achieve a kind of heightened perception of the world (what one might call enlightenment) does have a certain ring to it.
Children are it's essence, which is no surprise given that Benjamin Hoff used Pooh to explain the Tao. They are unformed blocks, lacking in refinement. The business of a worthwhile daycare is early education, the shaping of those blocks. Lately, it occurs to me that shaping those blocks should not mean forming them into concrete shapes, but rather developing tools for that shaping. The hands that create the final form should be the child's, not mine, else the shape would not be there own.
I am not sure how such a thing could be accomplished, but the answer lies somewhere in the acceptance of that which is, be it poo or P'u.