Mr. Z came running downstairs after camp today with a "great story":
MR. Z: Dad! Something dramatic happened at camp today!
ME: Really?! What?
MR. Z: There was a poo in the pool! Someone did a #2 in the deep end!
ME: No way! Did they make you get out of the water?
MR. Z: No, they told us about it after we went swimming, when we were getting dressed.
ME: Oh, gee, that was nice of them. I hope you swam with your mouth closed.
MR. Z: What?
MR. Z: It was SO dramatic!
ME: I'll say! Hey, make sure to really brush your teeth extra well tonight.
MR. Z: Why?
ME: Oh... just for fun.