Don't Push Jeffrey's Buttons!

I was hanging out with my five-year-old nephew Jeffrey, and he told me that earlier he had been playing inside a laundry basket.
"I pretended there were four buttons in there," He said.
"What were the buttons?" I asked.
"There was a bright button... a poop button... a kill button.... and a Christmas button!" He replied.
"Well what do the buttons do?" I asked.
And then he just looked at me as if I were stupid.