My son is completely obsessed with poop. He always has been.

Is this just a “boy thing”, “kid thing” or purely a “bunny thing”? I don’t know.

Last fall we went into the visitor’s center of a local nature preserve. While in the kid’s section, I had the most difficult time pulling him away from some sort of exhibit I can no longer recall. But all I had to do was say, “Look Bun, its deer poop!” (They had an exhibit that contained boxes of labeled petrified deer, rabbit, mice, opossum, and owl poop. There might have even been beaver and fox poop come to think of it.)

The child dropped what he was doing and ran straight over to me. So of course then we had to talk about what animals poop (most of them), who poops (”Yes. Even Granny and Pop-pop poop sweetie!) and why. And of course we had to talk about the differences in the poop and what animal had the biggest/smallest poops.

If you ask him about that trip — even to this day — he won’t talk about the trails we visited, the flowers we saw or the bridges we traversed. He doesn’t even remember the small fish pond or watching the snapping turtles. Nope. He’s all about the poop.