I have followed my share of trails left behind by my kiddos since they began the fine art of walking and eating at the same time.
Goldfish crackers have led me to hallway closets.
Honey Nut Cheerios have taken me to the guest bathroom.
I’ve followed paths of pretzels and winding remnants of puffed rice.
But today I got a special treat.
Today I was able to retrace the steps of my eldest son by following the poop pellets (which were extremely proportionate and evenly spaced out might I add) that gave away his exact whereabouts. When I finally reached him, the grand prize so to speak, he was climbing our play structure with his bare butt exposed and a giant grin on his face.
He’s lucky he’s so darn handsome.
I’m lucky his fiber intake was on the low side today.
4 Replies to “He Ain’t No Hansel”
Hahaha! A poop trail! Hehehe. I don't mean to laugh… but I just can't help it.
What? And no pictures to accompany the post? 😉 Teehee.
That is absolutely hilarious!
I puffy <3 this post! Who knew a poop trail could be so darn cute!