July 16, 2019
I had an endearing conversation with a 4 year boy at the optometrists.
He politely informed me he liked, “poopy fart blasts,” to the dismay of his mother.
He then asked me, “Why did the egg cross the road?”
I went through the motions of thinking really hard which was met with joyful giggles.
“The egg,” I said, “did not cross the road. The chicken had a poopy fart blast sending the egg flying across the road.”
They were done. He was screeching with delight and his mother thanked me for playing along.
Such joy.
I love recovery.
