'Tell me, son, how did you sleep?' his mother sweetly asked. 'poop!'
he said, without hesitation. 'OH MY! Little Brando, why do you say such
gross words!?' she was absolutely astonished! Little Brando just kept
eating his eggs, as if nothing happened. His sweet mother smiled and
told her young, innocent son, 'Well, Brando, I am headed to the market!
I have to buy some more poop because I used the rest of it to give a
special flavor to your eggs!'
And that was the end of sunny days in Murrieta...