When You Gotta Go

Disclaimer:  The picture has nothing to do with this post.  It was just cute and a picture related to the content seemed inappropriate.

We were playing a little baseball tonight.  Yes, it was well within my tolerable range of outside temperatures.  Not so hot that I would break a sweat while breathing and not so cold that it would justify my craving for a Starbucks hot chocolate.  Anyways, I spotted a small pile of suspicious brown stuff very close to our carport entry.  It seemed like an odd spot for an animal, which we don't own and rarely see in our yard, to leave us a present.  Hence the following conversation. . .

Mommy:  Carter, Emilee, Kaden does anyone know about this?

Carter:  Yeah, Kaden pooped.

Mommy:  Kaden, really, you pooped right here?

Kaden:  Yeah, that poop came out of my butt.

(You can laugh here too.  Emilee and Carter thought it was hilarious!)

Nick:  At least it wasn't in your pants buddy!

Thanks for the perspective Nick!  And for those who were wondering, it didn't smell like roses!