I have often noticed how dinner-table conversation among Mastandreas inevitably turns to talk of poop. It's almost as if the natural progression of our thought process mirrors the cycle of digestion.

And so it is hardly surprising to see a picture of Mojo at the Cleveland Science Museum taking a happy stroll down the alimentary canal. Alane will have to provide the details -- I suspect he's at the stomach. He's got miles to go before he sleeps!

Too bad there isn't a picture of him making it to the end. I would title that photo: The Real Jojo-Berry.