A Turd in The Hand…

Zelda is currently very helpful around the house: she helps us with the laundry (taking clothes out of the washing machine), she gives us things that she is carrying around at any given moment, she hands over things that she finds on the floor.

Today Zelda was ambling around the flat naked and disappeared into the spare room. It was no surprise (well, a bit) when she came out a few minutes later holding a turd in her hand. It was perfectly formed for her hand, and, thankfully, of a consistency that did not cause too much smearing.

She walked calmly up to me, and stretched out her hand for me to take it. How sweet.