Yesterday a neighbor gave me something to pass along to Isaac. She knows what an odd fellow he is, so she thought immediately of him when she found some rubber dog poop. Isaac wasn’t around when the neighbor stopped by, so the rest of us decided we had to do something more creative than simply handing the yucky thing to Isaac. We pondered several methods of delivery, and finally settled on one that suited us best.

So this morning I prepared a large mug of hot cocoa for Isaac and then called him downstairs for breakfast. Isaac was happy to sip his hot cocoa as he woke up, but he wasn’t very observant as he sipped. Finally I asked him about his mug, and he took a good look at it. He couldn’t decide whether to be upset or intrigued, so I think he settled on a little of both. He carefully examined his cool toy and then put it away in a safe place. Even though he knew the rubber poop wasn’t toxic, he wasn’t able to finish drinking his hot cocoa. And he carefully examined the bowl of grits I handed to him a few minutes later.