Seth and Zack are fascinated by poop. I attribute their love of toilet humor to their being boys. It’s just funny to them.
After I decreed that Captain Underpants, Pokemon and other manga books were no longer acceptable forms of reading, Seth came home from the library with this book, Jurassic Poop. He thought it was hilarious and tried to explain to me about the dinosaur that made a huge poop in the water and– I had to stop him. I was fighting my gag reflex. I mean, I can’t handle poop. I’m the chick who will jump in her car and track down a runner with a dog to make sure that he will come back and pick up the dump the doggie did on my lawn (true story) because I can’t stand to look at it, and I’m even more fearful of stepping in it. UGH!
I came across the book again while cleaning and I kept a firm hold on my stomach contents to brave turning the pages to find out what exactly Jacob Berkowitz has to say about ancient poop. It’s filled with pictures, graphics (Illustrator Steve Mack must have had fun with this one), and interesting facts about coprolites, cololites and the people who study them. I learned some amazing things about all kinds of crap. Particularly noteworthy is how volcanic ash and water can transform poop into gemstones known as agates. They have beautiful streaks and swirls of color that when polished turn from “turd to treasure”. (Go Pele!) I was also grossed out by the eight thousand years worth of caribou poop in Yukon Territory–like I needed another reason to fear global warming–discovered when some of the patches of ice melted. I had to stop reading when we came to human poop and the wonderfully preserved finds that ancient outhouses are. That’s a little too close to home for me. Before I shut the book, I did chance to read that Romans had peach pits in their latrines which signifies someone sent them a care package because peaches weren’t grown in the region, but DANG. They ate the peach pits? What is up with that?
I must stop now. My will to keep from vomiting is wearing thin. Still, I see the value in the knowledge and wisdom my boys can gain from reading Jurassic Poop. I just don’t want to hear about it. If they must narrate their wisdom, I will direct them to their Daddy who has no problems with the potty talk. It must be because he’s a boy.