One morning as we were walking to school, Ollie said his stomach was hurting.
I could see the distress on his face.
But it felt like a day that he just didn’t want to go.
So my mind scrambled for a distraction as we walked.
‘I think you just need to poop buddy’
‘And just imagine how much better you would feel’
‘I wonder what those turds might say once they escaped your body’
He smiled.
The ideas flowed.
And the rest of the way to school, we hatched up a plan to write a book together.
‘What a turd might say’
And the other day, I found him drawing at the dining room table.
Putting those ideas onto paper.
It brought a smile.
Yes, those turds brought a smile.
#theeverydayiseverything
