I’m taking the opportunity at work to get my Waste Water Treatment License. It’s a stretch from what I normally do but, heck, the company is paying for it so why not get another piece of paper? You never know when it will come in handy.
I went to school for it last week and told my girls that I was going to poop school. They were pretty fascinated by this and wondered why I had to go to school to study poop?
Today one of them asked me if I got a certificate for finishing school. “Nope,” I said. “I have to take a test to get my certificate.”
Without hesitation, she said, “Bummer! I wanted to see your certificate. See if it said that you did a pooper job at poop school.”
She’s a card, that one.