4 year old boy: Um, Miss Cyndi …
Me: Yeah, Brian?
boy: Um, I went to the bathroom and I have poop in my pants.
Me: You went to the bathroom in your pants?
boy: Uh huh.
Me: Ok, well can you go tell Miss Cassandra that you have poop in your pants? I have to put back the bucket of dead octopuses.
boy: But I want you to help me.
Me: I can’t help you right now, Brian, I have to put the octopuses back under the tree for Miss Pam.
boy (quietly): But Miss Cassandra will be mad at me.
Me: She won’t be mad at you, just go tell her you pooped your pants.
boy: I want to come with you.
Me: No, you have to stay here, I -
boy: It’s a big poop.
Me: It’s a big poop? Then go tell Miss Cassandra, she’ll give you new pants.
boy: … I’ll wait for you.
Me: Brian, just go tell Miss Cassandra that you have poop in your pants, I have to put the dead octupus bucket back.
Yes, my friends, summer camp is upon us. Yesterday the older kids let the youngsters I work with sneak a peek at their science camp projects – dead octopi. Some kids wouldn’t touch them at all. Some kids rubbed an octopus all over themselves. But either way, they all still poop their pants from time to time.
