Because I think we could all use a laugh right about now, I’m going to share this story with the internet about how I talked to one of the hottest men on the planet about poo.

A few Saturday’s ago we were hanging out at a local park near our current apartment. It’s small and not a lot of people even know it’s there. We like it because it has two play areas for kids, one geared toward the 2 and under crowd. So Luke can really do his own thing with us giving him a long lead.

Anyhow, we were the only parents there when we arrived and Luke and Eric started playing so I was sunning myself for a minute and trying to unwind. A young bearded dude in a full flannel comes in with a beautiful little girl. And they quickly start talking to us because she is interested in some sand toys that were left there. They wanted to make sure they weren’t ours (probably because Luke was screaming “mine” at her).

Play continues and dad, who is wearing a hat and glasses sits down near me while we watch the kids play. Honestly, I was so enjoying the quiet that I didn’t really want to strike up too much of a conversation but when the little girl was coming up to me I said, hi.

We exchanged the usual pleasantries how old is your kid, what’s his/her name, etc. etc.

The little girl says something to me and, because she had a pacifier in her mouth and she was 1, I have zero clue what she said. (Isn’t it magic that you can understand your own child but never someone else’s?) Her dad laughs and looking embarrassed tells me that she just told me about their dog going poo.

To which I say, don’t worry, we’re always talking about poo in our house. I think it’s the age.

As we’re talking, I’m realizing that I know this voice. This happens a lot in LA that someone will look totally different in person but their voice is unmistakeable. I wouldn’t have put money on it right then, but I was pretty sure it was Ryan Gosling. My inner monologue was racing…holy shit is this Ryan Gosling? Did I seriously just talk to him about poo? Classy Lauren, really classy. Does he even have a daughter?

Thankfully at that moment, his daughter toddles off. And I quickly hop on my phone to check if he has a daughter (Spoiler: yes with Eva Mendez sometime in the last two years when I’ve had zero time to pay attention to any of this).

But, I’m still not sure. When we first moved to LA I was forever claiming to see celebrities in really random places. And, maybe I did, but likely Mark Paul Goselaar wasn’t working at the local Wells Fargo. Anyway, now I don’t claim a celeb. citing unless I know for sure.

Turns out, park dad had some visible tats that exactly matched up to an RG image search. So, I’m calling it 100%. I officially spoke to one of the hottest men of our generation about poo.

It seems a fitting end to our residence in Hollywood where we’ve run into all manner of celebrity. I’ll miss the wild randomness of this part of town but I’m hoping to make a classier impression on my new neighbors in the ‘burbs in just a few weeks.