It’s just a shitty dream sometimes. Literally.
I cleaned that shit out of my kid’s pants today. He claimed it had just barely happened. Apparently, it had stalked him like a ninja; before he knew it was there it was too late.
However, I doubted the whole ninja-poop scenario since I practically needed a sandblaster to get most of it off.
This, of course, begged the question: How long had it been there? How long had my son smuggled yesterday’s lunch around with him?
What an adventure it must have had. Can you imagine what sights it must have seen or who it got to meet and make wonderful, olfactory impressions on?
And if a little shit like that can go on grand adventures, so can you.
Oh, the places you’ll go … and once you go, oh, the places your turd will go.
Life is magical.