On Dad's Watch

Today of all days Ezra picks up from the backyard a "turdsicle" as my husband proudly dubs it and attempts to put it in his mouth until Sophia screams "EEWWW!" as loud as possible for a 51/2 year old princess. Thankfully, Ezra chucks it away and it lands on the culprit Rocky's back. I can't really blame him because his sisters proudly gave him a rootbeer popsicle earlier, the flavor neither one of the girls like. Inside the mind of a 17 month old (brown cold popsicle= brown warm turd) Poor little guy! He needs some more street time before he can be left on his own!