As I sat in front of the TV eating chocolate chips, one fell and I couldn’t find it. I figured my dog would find it, so no need to search. When I repositioned my son (who was sleeping on my lap), this is what I saw. My first reaction was: “How the EFF did he get sh*t on his neck?!?”
Then I realized what had happened and answered that age-old parenting question: chocolate or poop?