I picked up Sam from school today and he had a little pout on his face.
"Sam," I asked, "did you have a good day at school?"
"No," he answered sadly, "I didn't get to show my diarrhea to my class and to my teacher."
"May I see your diarrhea?" I ask (taking a bit of a risk, but figuring there has GOT to be a logical explanation for this.)
"Sure," he says, brightening up a bit while proceeding to pull out a calendar book Rob had given him that morning.
"Oh."
"Sam? Tomorrow, try asking your teacher if you can show your DIARY to the class."

Sam threatening Snow White and two
dwarves with
Bakugan doom.