At some point in our relationship, I thought it would be funny to buy a fake turd and leave it somewhere for my wife to find. I left it in her shoe one night, and she found it the next morning while getting dressed. Then she left it in my laptop bag, and I found it when I got to work. We've been exchanging this fake poo for years, hiding it in unexpected places around the house. We have never spoken about it with each other or acknowledged the existence of this "tradition"










