The Scoop on Poop

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I can remember when I did not think I would ever live to see the year 2000. I thought I could never possibly be that old. Now, I am a decade into another century and going strong. WooHoo!

DD-Ki and her 2 little ones have been here almost a week and are getting ready to return home.

Twenty-month old, Ky, was sitting at the table, waiting patiently for her breakfast, and carrying on one of her never-ending conversations. The paper placemats, which had served us well the night before when 7 of the cousins (between ages 11 years & 20 months) had eagerly shared ice cream for dessert, still graced the table.

Suddenly, I was summoned to the table.

"Grandma! Come see!"

I rushed over and looked at the placemat Ky was holding up.

"What is the problem, Ky?" I asked.

She pointed to the brown, chocolate stains.

"What is it? I asked.

"Reindeer poop!" she announced with conviction.

We threw that placemat out.