For The Someday Book

Because sometimes it’s too funny to keep to yourself, even if it’s TMI.

B. has a wonderful creative eye. He sees familiar shapes in everything–animals in the clouds, boats in a half-eaten cracker, faces in a tree stump, and on and on. Apparently, he really sees those shapes in everything.

Yesterday: “Mom! Come quick! My poop looks like an alligator! See! It even has eyes! And a tail!”

So there we stood, peering closely into the toilet, holding our noses, admiring his creation. Which, I must confess, did bear a resemblance to an alligator. Complete with eyes and a tail.