One summer the coolest thing happened. Dad got us a Sandbox! Well, not really a sand "box" per say, but a pile of sand dumped on the side of the house by a dump truck. We played in this sand all the time. I lost countless Matchbox and Hotwheel cars in there, and would build elaborate roads and tunnels. One day Rob joined me playing in the sand. We were digging holes like usual, and Rob happened upon the greatest treasure ever found in the sand pile. Shapeable sand. This was not ordinary sand it was sand with attitude. You didn't have to wet it because it stuck together by itself and was squishy, and shapeable Rob rolled it like Play Doh and folded it. He even went so far as to rub it on his face since it was so soft, but he wouldn't let me play with it. I decided there must be more treasure in here somewhere so I started digging furiously for my own piece of shapeable sand. After about 5 minutes Rob caught a familiar scent in the air. "Michael, Did you poop!?!", he asked me. Incredulous at the notion I shot back, "No I did not!” With the scent still strong in the air though he grabbed the back of my pants to check as you do when dealing with a small child who you believe is lying. Much to his chagrin I was not lying, and the wheels began to turn. I continued to dig until I too caught the scent of poo to which I checked my shoes and concluded I had not stepped in dog poo, and most certainly was not sitting in it. I began to scan the area for the offending odor as Rob had an epiphany. He smelled his hand. With a face of shock and horror he smelled the shapeable sand. "Arrrrrrgggghhhhhhh It's poop!", he screamed. He immediately threw the shapeable sand and jumped up to run in the house and washes his hands and face till they were red from scrubbing.
Needless to say he ruined sandbox time that day and mom came out and called me inside. "Did you find any shapeable sand Michael?" she asked. "No mom Rob wouldn't let me play with it", I said. She began to laugh and said well it serves him right it was a piece of poop.
Rob was traumatized, and never played in the sand again that I can remember.
The moral of the story is: (You decide)
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sometimes things seem shitty when they are awesome and sometimes things seem awesome when they are shitty . . .
And sometimes things seem shitty when they are indeed, shit.
Moral of the story : if it looks like poo, and it smells like poo, then it is shapeable sand.
LOL I love that story! It is a wonder from sand dumped out of a dump truck the worst you came across was "shapeable sand" :o)
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