“You’re in looooove with Pooopssss.” Bubba pumped his fists some more as he sang. His butt wagged. Barb barked again, because apparently this was great fun and she had to participate. “Expoo-sure therapy really works!” “Ex-poo-what now?” “I’m a genius! Thank you, Mary Cover Jones—and other well-known psychologists—for your groundbreaking discoveries!” Bubba thanked the ceiling seriously before he pointed at us both, waggled his eyebrows, and ducked out the door. “I’m gonna call Gram. She owes me fifty bucks.”
