The kitty coprolites, with a Five-Year-Old finger for scale.
Daddyo, on finding pellets of dried play-doh on our dining room table: “What’s this?”
The Five-Year-Old, informatively: “The poop of the first kitties to ever walk the Earth.”
Mommyo, immediately: “I don’t want that on my table.”
The Five-Year-Old, pleadingly: “It’s just pretend!”
Daddyo, curiously: “It’s surprising to me that the first kitties pooped glitter.”
The Five-Year-Old, excitedly: “That’s the kitty Neanderthals. The Nermal kitties poop is plain.”
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About Shala Howell
Writer of things ranging from optical network switching white papers to genetic testing patient education materials to historical fiction set in an 1880s asylum. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write and research than the current one), my writerly self can be found sifting through the stacks in my church’s archives looking for a few good stories to tell, blogging about life with a very curious Six-Year-Old at Caterpickles.com, or musing about books and the writing life at BostonWriters.wordpress.com.
Michael Howell
Shala Howell
