Coprolites

Dear Caden,

We are wandering the majestic hallways at the Houston Museum of Natural Science, breathing in the sights and smells of ages past. Your eyes sparkle with excitement as we show you the dinosaur bones and other fossils. Question after question spills from your lips as your little mind tries to absorb everything. We are strolling through when suddenly I hear you say loudly, "Momma! Come quick! Look! There's a big poo poo!"
Your voice gets stronger and seems to grow louder, reverberating off the walls. You are insistent that I come look at this monstrosity.
"Momma! Somebody poo poo'd at the museum!" Your face is a mixture of shock and amusement.
"Shhhhh Caden, that's not poop. That's called a coprolite."
Your voice raises an octave as you correct me, "No! It's a giant poop! "
I do my best to stifle the laughter building up inside me and we begin to hurry off and head toward the next exhibit as your giggles and gawks were getting louder.
As we head out I overhear another boy tell his father, "Daddy, look at that giant poop! Why would someone keep their poop? That is awesome!"
Of all the things we saw today, this is what you came home talking about. I must admit, it does look just like it. I bet it is a big hit with all the boys.

Love,
Mommy