As I was on my way out the door for trivia last night, Miles walked over to me with a special request.
“Hey, you got poop in your mouth and poop on your face,” he said. Then, clarifying that he wasn’t talking about me specifically, “Tell someone that.”
“What, tell that to someone at trivia?” I asked, mortified to think of how the poor soul I said that to might react.
“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Tell someone, ‘You got poop in your mouth and poop ‘lobbing’ (his word) down your face.’ Say that.”