It's been a week. Usually I post immediately if something is interesting or worth sharing. But, sometimes I apply a filter: I hesitate and decide that perhaps it's not appropriate for wide-spread syndication. Not very often does this filtering happen, but occasionally. And, as the kids get older I think about how much is "too much" to share.

So, a full week has passed. And now the filter is going away. I must share.

Mason was outside in the rain. Cindy was upstairs in Kenzie's room. She looked out the window and saw him standing in the neighbor's yard...pants DOWN around his ankles, left hand covering his business, right hand holding his frog umbrella over his head. "What the heck!!" she thought as she darted down the stairs to learn how his belt had become faulty. She ran outside. His pants were still resting on top of his shoes, so she wrapped her coat around him and scooted him back in our own yard. "What is going on?" she asked him. He candidly replied, "I pooped." Thinking he had messed up his pants she inspected his drawers, only to find them clean. Without seeing full evidence, she said, "show me where." He escorted her back to the neighbors yard and pointed to their new log. Dumbfounded, she went into the house, grabbed a baggie and made him dispose of his new creation. He was not pleased, and neither was she. The neighbors, however, found it very amusing.