And then it pooped.
Overheard at the zoo on Monday:
"What kind of animal is that?" asks a well-dressed mommy.
"A zebra!" her preschooler answers confidently.
"Yes. But what kind of zebra*?"
Meanwhile, we're the parents who say, "Oh, the zebra! Lulu! Remember when it pooped in front of us? I wonder if it'll poop again today." Wait. Wait. Wait. "Well, maybe not. Maybe it didn't eat all of its hay."
***
While I'm writing about the zoo...
David asked Lucy, "Do you think chimpanzees look a little like people?"
"Um," she considers. "Yeah. Maybe like daddies."
(*Oh, you sad people! Your children will never go Ivy! The National Zoo has a pair of Grevy's zebras from Northern Kenya. My advice to you is, before you make ignorant babies, get on the decade-long waiting list for a good preschool, hire a nanny who speaks at least two other languages, start saving money to build a new dorm at Harvard, and begin planning a service-learning project that will stop the genocide in Darfur.)
"What kind of animal is that?" asks a well-dressed mommy.
"A zebra!" her preschooler answers confidently.
"Yes. But what kind of zebra*?"
Meanwhile, we're the parents who say, "Oh, the zebra! Lulu! Remember when it pooped in front of us? I wonder if it'll poop again today." Wait. Wait. Wait. "Well, maybe not. Maybe it didn't eat all of its hay."
***
While I'm writing about the zoo...
David asked Lucy, "Do you think chimpanzees look a little like people?"
"Um," she considers. "Yeah. Maybe like daddies."
(*Oh, you sad people! Your children will never go Ivy! The National Zoo has a pair of Grevy's zebras from Northern Kenya. My advice to you is, before you make ignorant babies, get on the decade-long waiting list for a good preschool, hire a nanny who speaks at least two other languages, start saving money to build a new dorm at Harvard, and begin planning a service-learning project that will stop the genocide in Darfur.)
posted by Mary Ellen at
6:18 AM
2 Comments:
We took my niece to the zoo on Saturday and the whole group giggled like they were all 2 1/2 when Butterstick rolled over and pooped while laying down and eating a bamboo popsicle. I didn't of course. Because I find nothing funny about poop.
Oh, poop is VERY funny. It's like the ORIGINAL funny. Neanderthals drew poop jokes on cave walls - using poop!
"I'm sure they did", you say. "And now they're extinct! So what can you infer from THAT?"
Poop is still funny, I say. Ask any three year old. They'll tell you.
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