The kids were out collecting rollie pollies in the backyard before school this morning. I opened the door to tell them it was time to leave, and here is the conversation I was met with:
Levi: "Mommy, I'm the poop holder."
Me: "What?" Praying I misunderstood him.
Levi: "Eden's the rollie pollie catcher and I'm the poop holder."
Me: "What?" Still trying to process what I'm hearing.
Eden: "Rollie pollie's eat poop." (A little tidbit my husband had shared with them earlier in the morning.)
Me: "Levi, where did you get the poop?" (A little background: our sweet dog went up to doggie heaven a couple months ago and we have been poop free for a while now.)
Eden: "From the old hole Zen used to dig in." (Scott would put poop in the hole to get her to stop digging...it didn't really stop the digging, but apparently the hole did aid in the poop preservation.)
Me: "Levi, please tell me you didn't pick up the poop with your hands."
Levi: No response, but his eyes said it all.
Me: "Both of you, go wash your hands."
Never thought I would post a tiny treasure with a poop theme, but it was too good not to share. I love my little poop holder and his rollie pollie catching sister!