Scat

Last week I went on a field trip with Anne Grace's class to Owl's Hill. There we saw many great things in the woods, but we happened upon some deer poopy- which the guide explained to us was called "scat." Fast forward to last night's dinner. Jane was eating mashed prunes at a fast pace and Anne Grace got in a few bites too (what can I say- our children love prunes). Then Anne Grace announces, "Prunes help me scat." Jason and I busted out laughing- yes, prunes do help you scat.