Poop stick

Oliver [aka my favorite 5-year-old, the little "tremendo" (troublemaker), and my second-cousin] was absent from the house for awhile when he and Mom got home today.

I soon found out why. And almost wished I hadn't.

As Oliver flung open the front door, a long tree limb preceeded him. He was holding it in front of him, and it arched up before pointing down.

"Guys, guys!" he says. "I went far, FAR away, and I got my POOP stick!" Then, he started telling us all about how he uses the stick to help him find poop on the ground. YUCK! Meanwhile, he's flinging this feces-contaminated tree limb all over. 

When he pointed to one end of the stick and told Dad, "See! That's poop!", indicating a little brown thing dangling from the end, it was all I could do not to yelp or shrink away from him. But I did control myself, because, if I didn't that, then he would probably take pleasure in grossing me out even more with his poop stick, if you know what I mean.

Thankfully, eventually his attention was diverted by a ping-pong paddle and ball, and the poop stick went back outside.

Haha! As much as it grossed me out, I thought it made for a funny story.