If you said a pile o’ poop, that’s what I thought, too. As a matter of fact, every time it gets left out on the floor, Bill & I shudder a little as we walk by, thinking somebody just left us a little surprise to clean up. With two kids, two cats, and a dog, it’s not an uncommon occurrence ’round these parts. What really got me the other day was Maxfield carrying it around as I was coming in the door. The kid has a good imagination, and will play with stuff like hair clips and rubber bands, but I thought, “Oh, NO! Things can NOT have gotten so boring that this child is actually playing with fecal matter!!”.
Here’s what it really is:
Sorry, Chewy. You look like poop.
Have a great weekend everyone!