Poop

So...a couple of weeks ago, I discovered what a negligent mother I am. We were at the park feeding ducks. Another mom was being nice and feeding my piggy son goldfish. She would just put some on the stroller and let Canden grab and eat them. We were all packing up to leave, so I picked up Canden to head out, but when I looked at him I saw that he had green drool coming out of his mouth. I said out loud, "What are you eating?", then the thought came to my mind that he had picked up some duck poop and was eating it. So I did the cheek squeeze and finger sweep and, to my disgust, I discovered I was correct. Other moms quickly came to my aid and started handing me diaper wipes from their diaper bags. It took several wipes to get it all out of his mouth - it was a lot. So as I made the final wipe inside his mouth with a diaper wipe, I'm thinking of how gross that was that my son seemed to be enjoying poo. And I'm trying to figure out when he got out of my vision long enough to get it in his mouth. Perhaps I'll have to resort to Mom's method of child care when the kid starts walking - put him on a leash - and not because the kid's hyperactive, but because apparently I can't talk to friends and watch a child at the same time.