Ray Ray’s Believe It Or Not: Bury it and say nothing.

Have you ever heard a story and just thought, no fucking way! Well, do I have a story for you. Once again names and places will be changed to hide the identity of those involved.

While at a Bar Mitzvah my father’s, sister’s, cousin’s child was celebrating becoming a man. While at the bar the family was telling stories about the kids. The alcohol was flowing and the stories, like usual, were wild. The first story I heard was about a boy named Cameron. Cameron is a young boy in daycare. A little back story about Cameron, he is a wild boy and is in the midst of Potty training. At Cam’s school they just got a brand new playset with swings, slides, and monkey bars. One day Cam was playing on this new playset and climbing up to use the slide. While climbing Cam lost his grip and fell to the ground. Ouch! Well, when he fell he shit himself. Embarrassed, Cam reached down his pants, took the poo out of his undies and buried it in the sand and told no one about the desperate act. As one does.

When they went inside the teachers could see Cam had poop residue on his hands. What happened they asked? He proceeded to tell them of the tale. Panic ran through the daycare not knowing where he buried it, it could be anywhere. The school called Cam’s mom trying to have her help but how? Big playground, lots of surface to cover. This kid isn’t Indiana Jones. And so it remains a mystery. One day some kid will come across this mystery poo as if a they were an old house wife cleaning Pixie’s shit from the litter box. Yet another unsolved mystery in playground bathroom behavior.

This story that Cam’s mom told me at the bar was hilarious, but all of a sudden Jerimiah's Dad came over and said I can one up that story. That story is for another day.