Today Luke was drawing a picture of our family camping.  There were the essentials, like our family, a tent, a tree, campfire, and grass.  And some extra bonuses, like brown lumps in the grass that he clarified was poop.

When I asked him about it he matter of factly told me that there is poop in the grass when we go camping.  Sometimes I marvel at the things that make an impression on my sweet boy, it wasn't the majestic mountains or roaring rivers that lingered in his memory...it was the poo.  :)