A few weeks ago, I was frantically cleaning up from my three bigger kids’ lunch disaster. I sent them outside in our fenced-in yard, and I only had a few minutes to finish sweeping before the baby would cry to nurse and the other kids would be banging on the door to be let back in.
I hadn’t quite finished cleaning when I saw the baby swiftly Army crawling across the floor, headed toward an area he shouldn’t be. When I ran to get him, I saw something strange on his back and looked closer.
Yuck!


