Monday, October 5, 2009
Bob and Jeff were in the backyard yesterday playing wiffle ball. As always, it didn't take long before the conversation topic turned to poop.
“Daddy? Remember that time Daisy ate my poo poo?”
“Yes. I’m afraid I do.”
“When Daisy ate my poo poo and then she had a poo poo, was it still my poo poo?”
“Hmm. Kind of? It’s complicated.”
I think Bob’s philosophical question in the realm of subjective idealism takes a certain amount of excrement-y genius. Or he's just really opposed to sharing anything.
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