Out shopping, we park the car and walk across a grassy median.
R — Eew! There’s something gross in the grass!
Mom — What is it?
R — It’s gray and it looks yucky.
Mom — Don’t step in it.
R — When we come back to the car, let’s walk on the sidewalk so we don’t step on the gross stuff.
Mom — Okay.
On our way back to the car, we mistake our lane in the parking lot and end up walking across the same grassy median.
Mom — Sorry, R. Look out for the gross thing.
R — It’s okay. It was on that side. It was a fossil poop, I believe.