This happened a few weeks ago, but a funny tale deserves to be told.
I roared and Shane giggled.
"Shaaaane, I'm gonna get you!"
I dropped onto my hands and knees and crawled straight at the boy. He laughed.
The distance closed, and I was upon him! Shane threw up his hands! I roared again as I bumped my head into Shane's chest.
Or I would have roared save a toddler finger interrupted me.
"Bleh! I think I just got a thumb in my mouth!" I spat.
Shane giggled.
Carrie froze.
I looked at her, confused. Her posture told me something was wrong, but I had no clue as to what.
"Go brush your teeth," she said. "Use mouthwash. I'll wash his hands."
Butt-hand mouth.
There was no poop, but it was fresh. Thankfully, Shane I reacted before there was any flavor.
Still, ew.
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