The other night, Jack took Spot out for his evening walk-slash-potty trip. When he came back in he said "Of course when I take him out he does a HUGE number 2!" I laughed because, well, poop is funny.
The next day, we were walking Spot together when my little doggy finds a nice patch of grass, squats, and drops a big one.
As I went to pick it up Jack goes, "Ewww, that is just like mine from last night!"
Shocked, I replied, "Did you just tell me about your poop?!?!" I wondered if we had somehow reached a new level of intimacy without my consent. I thought you had to be served papers or something if this kind of talk was going to start happening.
"HIS POOP THAT I PICKED UP LAST NIGHT", Jack retorted. "Why would I be describing my poop to you??"
Well, he really should be more specific, shouldn't he?
You can imagine he had a hay day with that little misunderstanding.