"i wonder if everyone's paper has poop on it"

that's what my mom said as we were finishing up our breakfast this morning.

let's rewind.

mom, dad, daughter, and son all went out for breakfast at a nearby cafe to celebrate dad's birthday. we pile up in the car and head down our driveway. five minutes later--i joke, but we really do have a noticeably long driveway--my dad steps out of the car to grab the newspaper. all is fine and dandy until a few minutes later when he realizes that he has some kind of black stuff on his hands and along his pant leg. then he realizes that the same residue is all over the plastic sleeve that covers the paper. remarkably, he manages to not harp on the annoyance any longer.

that is, until two more minutes go by and he declares matter-of-factly, "this is cow shit". yep. happy birthday dad, and here's some cow shit to go along with it...free of charge! he reckoned that the newspaper delivery person must live on some kind of farm where manure had found it's way (yes, manure has legs) into his vehicle and onto our morning paper. that lead my mom to wonder if everyone's paper had poop on it. just another one of life's unanswered questions...