I go out to move the car and find Frost on the sidewalk spitting dramatically. I ask what is wrong.
Frost tells me "I thought I had trodden on a needle but I looked at my foot and it was bird poop."
"So why are you spitting?" I ask.
"I touched it with my finger!"
"So, wash your hands."
"Well, I also licked my finger. Just a bit, like this."
"NO!" I shriek as he begins to show me by doing it again. "Wash your hands and then spit out some water."
Why? I have to wonder.
We had a fabulous time at Wild Waves. Fabulous.
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