When Linus came home with a book he made at my mother's house called "The Story of Poop and Pee," I was admittedly nervous.
If you recall he's my most potty-humor oriented child.
So far, nothing too shocking.
Well, this gross. I am still not sure if this is supposed to make poop and pee look larger or smaller, or why "resizing" it is even necessary.
Good call, son.
I like how the hand only has three lumpy appendages. And the germs are visible, like freckles.
At this point he isn't even talking about poop and pee anymore.
It really should be called "The Story of Germs."
I imagine he sat down to write a gross little tome about bodily functions..
And got sidetracked and instead produced this little PSA about hygiene.
That thing that looks like a demented watering can? That says "sink." Use "sope" in the sink.
That is a picture of our dog CoCo, who ALWAYS poops on the floor. I have to assume that the Devil's Pitchfork is to blame.
Notice that the "toylet" has a halo.
Germs don't actually use knives or candles or icepicks or whatever those are to kill you though.
Dust, Trash, Mice, Bugs, Boogers. Oh wait. He forgot POOP AND PEE. THE SUBJECT OF THE BOOK.
This might be my favorite page.
When you koff, koff into your elboy. I mean, DUH.
NO. WAIT. THIS IS MY FAVORITE.
Next time I want to poop on an elephant, I SHALL restrain myself.
I think he stole that.
Well, this hits painfully close to home.
NO WAIT. THIS IS MY FAVORITE.
There has to be a Moral.