The End of Innocence

Some say innocence ends when children realize that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny aren't real. Others think it ends when you have your first love or your first broken heart. In our home, Rai, a very different milestone has marked the end of your innocence.
This afternoon, searching for the source of an awful smell in our living room, we came upon an unexpected sight. Hidden amongst your myriad toys was a little turd. Yes, your very own poo was secretly stashed in your play area. Searching for the source of the stink, I discovered your poo meticulously stuffed into a small, open-topped, toy cylinder. It looked like playdough. I knew it wasn't playdough, however, because first, you don't have playdough and second, even if you did have playdough, it probably wouldn't have chunks of corn and bean in it.
So, you are no longer our innocent, little boy. You have handled your own poo. You are now a man. We hope that this doesn't herald in a new era of treasure hunting in our home. I'm sure that Grandma will be excited to know that these little treasures may soon be found around their home too. What we know for sure is that we won't let you run around naked ever again!