Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sticks and Deer Poop May Breakk My Bones

Last night while Jackson and I were preforming our nightly flower-watering duties, I noticed he had collected a couple small black pebbles and was carrying them around with him. Thinking this was very "boy" of him, I moved along without much more consideration.

When it was time to come inside, I was preparing my speech about how we needed to leave the outside "things" outside when we came inside. In other words, DROP THE ROCKS, kid.

The speech changed dramatically when I discovered they were indeed deer poop pellots. Followed by intense hand washing.

4 comments:

bb mcclain said...

hahahahahahahahaha.

Tiffany McCallen said...

I find it remarkable that this very same scenario hasn't happened at our house. That's great stuff!

Allison said...

too funny, tricia! especially the way you tell it.

Lepus said...

He's composting. Let the boy be!!!
;)