"Mommy, look at these little rocks"

A quick story for the second post of the day. When we got home, Cavan and I took our beagle for a walk down to the lake across the street from our house, and Cavan stopped to pick up some acorns on the side of the path. I'm not really paying attention until she says, "Mommy, look at these little rocks." Just as I look over she grabs a handful of deer poop! (If you haven't seen deer poop, it looks like a pile of little black pebbles.) I made her walk with her hands out in front of her all the way home, saying don't touch anything, we don't want to get deer poopy on anything else. As she is walking up the hill, I put my hand on her back to help her keep her balance. She says to me, "Don't touch me Mommy, I don't want to get poopy on you!"