On Saturday the family went to a friend's house for their son's first birthday party. We let our son run around their HUGE backyard. The family had a little dog, but they cleaned the poopies before the party. But somehow...SOMEHOW, my son was able to find a piece of poopie that was the size of like a screw head and picks it up with his hand! What were the chances? I mean, did I say their yard was HUGE??? This is why I think my son has a Robot Terminator Eye that somehow locked into the dog poopies.
The parents felt so bad, but it totally wasn't their fault. Ahhh the joys of motherhood.
