poop in my underwear?

The boys and I were leaving the gym this morning to head to the Broad Ripple Park. After buckling them in their carseats, I slid in behind the wheel and sighed, 'I'm pooped'. Jack paused for a second and asked me, 'Mommy, you pooped in your underwear?' I went on to explain that I didn't poop, that that was just a silly way to say I was worn out. Ha! He is so funny.

We went on to the park and played. There was a mom with her 2 boys there. They were playing hard and then turned to throwing leaves and playing in the dirt. Part of me wishes my boys would play with dirt to feel the texture, etc., but a secret part of me was glad they didn't because it would have been a mess in the car going home.

I stopped at a local garden/flower shop on College on the drive home. I have been eyeing some concrete (or is it cement? I'm an architect's wife, I should know these things.) flower boxes. They are rectangle and would fit on our porch nicely. In fact, 2 of our neighbors have some and I think they are perfect. I wasn't in love with the design on the ones they had, plus they were asking a lot. I almost bought some on craigslist last fall. I should have snapped them up, oh well. The rectangle, concrete, flower box search continues.