Walking to the car after swimming lessons on a warm fall evening. We started out talking about the temperature and then the weather in general followed by rain specifically when one thing led to another and bing, bang, boom we were talking about poop.
“All animals poop on the ground out in the woods, you know,” I said.
“I only know of one animal that doesn't,” Logan said.
“Doesn't poop?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Which one?” I asked, my curiosity peaked.
“Bats!” he said proudly.
“Bats? Are you serious? They poop like crazy. Haven't you ever heard of guano?”
“No! Are you serious?”
“Of course I'm serious.”
“What about penguins?” he wanted to know.
“Yes.”
“Really? What about platypuses?”
“They poop too. Everybody poops, you know. There's even a book about it.”
Dead silence.
“What book?”
“A book about pooping. It's called Everybody Poops.”
Another long pause.
“Are you being serious right now?” he asked.
“Quite,” I said.
“Man, I have a lot to learn,” he whispered.
- 27 September 2016
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