Eating sh*t

Last night while I was making dinner the toddler came in to the kitchen, naked but for a bike helmet.

“This for eatin’, Mama?” they asked, pulling something small, wet, and brown from their mouth.

“No,” I replied. “That is rabbit poop.”

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