Compost

After church one Sunday, I let Leland go out in the backyard while I made the kids lunch. When I went to get him he was nowhere to be found. I called for him but he didn't answer. So I changed my tone of voice to the sneaky "I'm gonna get you" style. I heard him laugh but couldn't figure out where the sound was coming from. After wondering the yard for a moment I discovered him playing in the middle of our compost pile. YEEEEEWWWWWW!!! And he was still in his church clothes! I don't know what the enticement was, the terrible rotten smell or the halfway decomposed food full of bugs. Probably the bugs!