Last Sunday, Cooper was sitting quietly on top of his book bin, just reading away. A few minutes later, he was walking around the kitchen and dining room. John walked back through the family room , and asked me why was there dirt on the floor. Of course, my response "I don't know."
I then look over at Cooper, and begin to wonder why he has a wet spot on his behind. Further investigation revealed a stench, and more "dirt" on the floor. John quickly took him upstairs where it took a bath to fully clean him. We still couldn't figure out what was on the floor. Finally it dawned on me, Cooper had eaten several servings of carrots ("dirt") the day before.
I then look over at Cooper, and begin to wonder why he has a wet spot on his behind. Further investigation revealed a stench, and more "dirt" on the floor. John quickly took him upstairs where it took a bath to fully clean him. We still couldn't figure out what was on the floor. Finally it dawned on me, Cooper had eaten several servings of carrots ("dirt") the day before.
I just hope he didn't eat any. Thank goodness my first reaction was to laugh. What else can you really do?
Ah the joys of toddlerhood! Gotta love the "dirt!"
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