Last weekend, I spent lots of time out there with him playing funny games like stand-atop-a-boulder-then-run-to-another-one. Well, at some point James says to me, "Look at these things I found, Mommy." I look down, and he's moving some little objects from one spot to another....
"James, put that down! Don't play with that! Yuck! That's poop!" Yep, folks, deer scat. (Understandably, it looked like little marbles to Jamesy.)
James said, "Who pooped in our yard?"
"Some deer."
"Why did the reindeer poop in our yard?"
"I don't know, James. They don't have a potty. Now, let's go inside and wash your hands."
And, every so often this week, James will ask again, "Why did the reindeer poop in our new backyard, Mommy?"
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