poop

Tonight I went on a walk with Elliott and Ben, and Ben kept pointing at lumps of dirt and saying, "What kind of animal poop, Mommy?" And I said, tiger, whale, skunk, raccoon, dog, cat, lion, tiger, elephant, hippo, etc. for every lump of dirt until I couldn't think of anymore animals and I got a little desperate, and I said fish. Ben shook his head at me like, whatever mom, fish don't poop on the sidewalk. "No, mommy," he said. So I said, "Giraffe?" And he said, "Yes!" Like that makes so much more sense. In any case, this walk represents the longest sustained conversation I have ever had about poop, and I have Ben to thank for that.