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Yesterday, Dane, a seven-year-old piano student, got up to leave at the end of his lesson, suddenly turned to me and whispered (even though we were the only ones in the room) "Wanna hear about the grossest thing I've ever seen?"
I didn't, but he didn't wait to hear my answer. He got even closer to me and, in a hushed voice, said directly into my ear:
"Once, my dad lost his balance and fell right...into...a big pile...of dog poop."
He was very serious. No smiling. I looked back at him with as straight a face as I could manage and said "That is gross."
He walked slowly to the door, turned back to me, and said "You cannot tell my mother. She will freak. Out."
I sort of felt like there was an unspoken threat somewhere in that last bit.
And I'm really, really glad that's the grossest thing he's ever seen.
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