Bogen crawled into bed with me last night because he was scared.
I woke up and saw this.
1. It is a swollen tick that has fallen off one of us. (Yes, I know it's winter. It was 6am and you can't take the country out of the girl.)
2. Poop that has somehow snuck out of his jammies.
It was neither. It was a yogurt covered raisin that somehow hitched a ride upstairs. I don't know about you but that healthy snack just about gave me a heart attack this morning. Counterproductive.
I'm fine. Carry on.