Before I can re-create our conversation this morning, I need to give a little background. Kalisha usually gets up early, eats a bowl of cereal, then goes back to bed.

We own a dog named Iggy. He is a wonderful dog; however, he will eat anything that doesn't eat him first, which leads to some interesting "dog doo" at times.

Kalisha is not much of a conversationalist in the early mornings and anything she does say is, as always, very factual and concrete; no extra words or explanations. She can be quite humorous without meaning to be.

Once in a great while ... maybe once every two months, Iggy will not wait until someone gets up to let him out and he will leave a "deposit" on the floor. It is always nice and tidy — if you don't step in it in the dark.

Having said all that, here is our conversation this morning at 6 a.m.

Me: (coming down the stairs and looking at the living room floor in the dark) "What in the world is that?"

Kalisha: (sitting on couch eating her cereal) "What?"

Me: "Right there, on the rug."

Kalisha: "Where?"

Me: "There. Did Iggy poop in the house again?"

Kalisha: "I don't know. I don't see anything."

Me (pointing): "Kalisha, look. Right there."

Kalisha: "Dog poop doesn't have wheels."

Me: "Wheels?! What the heck did he eat that had wheels?"

Kalisha: "Mom, It's one of those little skateboards."

Me: "Oh ... "

Kalisha: "If he pooped and it had wheels, we could just roll it out instead of picking it up."

Me: "Yeah, I guess you're right. I think I'll make coffee now."

I was laughing so hard, partly because of the exchange we just had and partly because Kalisha acts like we talk about dog poop on wheels every morning.