So, I'm tucking my son in to bed tonight. Lights are off except for a softly glowing night light. I as I move towards his bed, I see all the shapes of strewn stuffed animals all over the floor. In my exasperated mom voice, I say "Mason, why do you have these all over the floor??" He doesn't answer. I huff and sigh, and reach down to pick up some at random. One over on the left - a platypus, and one sticking out from under his bed. Then, I lose my stern mom facade and yelp, because the stuffed animal under the bed is warm, soft and wet (but not like poo - thank god!). Poor Tani - I grabbed her snout!! It scared the bejeezus outta me!!
