One of my favorite things about traveling is how it shatters the illusion that the life you’ve always known is the only way to live. It reminds you that there are countless ways to live, and yours is just one of them.
My daughter asked me "where does poo come from" I was a little uncomfortable but gave her an honest explanation. She looked a little perplexed and stared at me in stunned silence for a few seconds and asked "And Tigger?"