The Butterfly and the Rain

I don't know if this story has a moral to it but here goes. I had to take Lincoln out to do his "business". It was drizzling and late at night. Armed with my flashlight I escorted him to the backyard and along the path I spotted a beautiful butterfly. Lincoln continues on towards his pooping spot at the far end of the yard while I look at this poor half drowned butterfly. I decided to save it. I carefully let it crawl into my cupped palms and I shelter it from any more rain. There is a cedar tree by the house and I went over to it, looked to find a suitable dry spot to set down this delicate butterfly. Satisfied that it had shelter from the rain and that it would survive I look at my handiwork and am well pleased. Just then Lincoln walks by me and heads towards the house. We get in the house and I smell a foul garbage fart odor. Dreading the thought of bring him back out to have a poop I figure I'll wait it out, maybe it was nothing. Lincoln walks into the carpeted living room when I mention the fart smell. At this point it would have been a lovely way to end the story but when I was going to the basement I noticed a poop footprint. Grisly details of cleaning it and him up and my wonderful butterfly story ends up with a poop ending.

Dino Eggs, Grass Stains and Chocolate Cake

Quinton kept up a steady "Can we start my birthday now". Distractions included taking pictures outside in the backyard. We made note of all the green in the patio set, my clothes and Quinton's grass stains. Finally, when the birthday started it was all business. He really enjoyed the gifts, cake and all the fuss. Quinton has a photo face he puts on, very stern for most snaps. He does like posing with his sunglasses.

Now about the Dino Egg. Quinton was sure that it was real and had moved, even peeped. He hoped that it was a triceratops as it probably wouldn't eat them. To be a kid with an amazing imagination.