[Editor's Note: Don't miss Rupert Isaacson's reading tonight at the Bagdad Theater, 3702 SE Hawthorne Blvd.]
About 25 hours after coming down the mountain from Ghoste's camp, Rowan squatted down on a sandbank in the river Orghon, where we had stopped to swim and pitch tents, and did his first intentional poo. And cleaned himself. On camera.
We couldn't believe it.
Three days later, when we reached the nearest town, Rowan, for the first time in his life, pooed in the potty.
We drank the Ger camp out of beer that night.
And as we celebrated, Rowan joined the other kids in the Ger camp in their evening games. One of them. No longer the odd kid out.
From then on — for about the next three weeks — we had perhaps six tantrums of any note. Before Ghoste, that would have been about half a day's worth .
By the time we got back to the U.S., they had gone completely.
Rowan arrived home and immediately started making friends with the kids in the neighbourhood. He started riding Betsy by himself.
That year, he had his first birthday party. ...