What Are Little Boys Made Of?
There's an old poem entitled What Are Little Boys Made Of? It goes:
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails,
And puppy dog tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
Well, I want to add an ingredient to that mix!
Last Thursday evening, Shawna was working late and Austin and I were at the house by ourselves. We were playing in the living room when my cell phone rang in the bedroom. I jumped up to get it when I noticed what looked like a rubber band wadded up on the floor. I made a mental note to pick it up when I returned. Shawna was on the phone letting me know she was on her way home and would be there in a couple of minutes. Upon returning to the living room, I found Austin sitting where the rubber band was with his hands in his mouth. I immediately ran to him and grabbed his fingers out of his mouth. To my surprise, what I thought was a rubber band was far from it! It turned out that the small object was a dime-sized amount of Domino poop! And worse yet, it was gone....well, except for the small amount smeared on Austin's fingers and cheek!
I quickly yanked him up and rushed him to the kitchen sink and forced my fingers in his mouth fishing for any remnants of this foul snack. Unable to find any, I thoroughly washed his hands and face with soap and water. Just after I cleaned him up, Shawna walked in the door. Now, I was faced with a decision. Do I tell her what Austin just ate before she kisses him or do I keep quiet?!?
If you know me well, then you know what I decided.