Poop Patrol

At the Thanksgiving parade, the kids saw a man with a giant broom and dustpan walking behind the horses and cleaning up the poop.

They all thought this was the coolest thing ever.

And they still do. Only now, Poop Patrol happens every single day in the playroom with one kid being some sort of animal and the other two cleaning up the imaginary poop with some sort of toy.

It's now extended to our bedtime play routine. Now they pretend to be goats while I clean up imaginary "baby ball poops" and give them goat treats for pooping in the grass.

My kids are freaks. Freaks with good imaginations, but freaks nonetheless.