An honest question from Lars

So I took both the kids to the bus stop this week. We got there a bit early and they were having a blast collecting acorns. At some point Laurence walks over to me and holds out his hand. "Daddy, are these rocks?" he says in a sheepish whisper. "No, Son" I reassure him, "Those are poops. Lets put them down now."

Dutifully, he drops the bunny fecal pellets them and wipes his hands off on his shirt as we wonders away.