Just thinking of it brings a tear to my eye. I remember this one poop. Held it in all day at school. But that night, we had chilli for supper. I just couldn't hold the poor little fella in anymore. I had to let him go. My family held a ceremony and we played songs around a campfire all night long. It was very moving for everyone. Lest we forget, the shit that almost wasn't.
Is it because we've been with that poop for so long, and we don't wanna let it go?
It's like watching your kid head off to college.
Only with poop.