The other day we brought cookies over to a neighbor for her birthday. The kids decided to hide behind her bushes and jump out singing happy birthday to surprise her. Excellent idea. Desired results.
That, in and of itself, was simply awesome. However, an even more amazing discovery happened as we were leaving and playing the "hide from mom game." Basically, that game involves me wondering aloud where my kids are and fretting about whether they were abducted by aliens or decided to run off with the wolves... while they giggle behind the bushes. Anyhow, it was during this game that Josiah discovered a smallish portion of a comet. I said that, "Yes, he could keep it" and add it to his collection of other more normal rocks. So it was that this comet became a favorite of Josiah for the next day or two. He, of course, brought it along to my mom's house one night and was showing it off to all who cared to see. That was when my older brother took notice of it. He made no motion to hold it as he examined it however, remarking, "Josiah that's no comet, it's a petrified dog turd." Oh. Right. Now, that really and truly was a revelation. Sadly, we parted quickly with our former comet, washed our hands and vowed to try another time to find a legitimate comet. Amazing.