Normally, he moans like mad if asked to sweep under the table

L, 9, writing from a week-long school trip to a farm:

Today we cleaned a cow yard today and it was sort of liquidy but some was dry and in lumps. It was really good, it was a paddling pool of poo! Maybe yuk, but

FUN!

You walk, or run, down the yard with your scraper in your hands and push it into that paddling pool of poo otherwise known as the POOlantic Ocean!

Clearly, there isn't enough poo under the table... :)