Get Out the Iron Supplements

If you know my Sylvia, you understand why we sometimes call her our Little Goat. This girl, she'll eat anything. The less food-related, the better. So it came as no surprise tonight when I spied Sylvia and Eli, playing together in the backyard, shovels and buckets in hand. Their mouths were outlined with dark, sandy dirt, and their fingernails were black, causing them to resemble inductees of Goth Toddlers of America. They dug shovels into buckets for seconds.

"Stop! That is NOT FOOD!," I yelled, then stated what I thought was patently obvious: "It's not even yummy!"

"Yes it is, Mama," Sylvia replied encouragingly, her words gritty with the contents of her mouth. "We put cat food in it."

Ooooh, well. As long as there's cat food in it...

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Lest you believe that the above photo was taken in our backyard, I feel compelled to disclose that it was not. It is a recent photo from our vacation in Mexico, added here to spice up this otherwise miniscule post. One would never say our backyard is manicured our even well-maintained. To label it a Mudpit would be more accurate. Wanna come over and play? We'll supply the mud and catfood; maybe you could bring drinks...