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When the box arrived, I set it, unopened, on the kitchen table. That night at dinner, Warren asked, faux innocently, “What’s this?” I encouraged him to open it. I knew a friend in Houston had ordered me a belated birthday gift—a do-it-yourself-cheese-making-kit— and that Warren and I would both get a kick out of it, so I wanted him to do the honors and open it. “No, you open it,” he said. So I did. It was not what I expected. Instead, I found dog shit. Lots and lots of dog shit. Okay, so it was fake dog shit. But still, I was thrilled. First of all, I love fake dog shit. Second of all, I realized Warren had been paying more attention than I realized, and had heard me weeks before when I extolled the virtues of this particular item. This box of shit, I realized, was a gift from him in response to that conversation. So sweet!