There are acorns on the floor of Secondborn's room.
He's been "decorating", and thought he should have a plant. So: acorns, fallen leaves, and a couple of dead sticks. I don't even ask, anymore.
Anyway, there are acorns on the floor of Secondborn's room.
Every so often, I look down at one, panic for a moment, and then think: "No, it's okay. It isn't poop."
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