What the....

There is no way to prepare for being a parent. Not when they are babies. Not when they grow older. Never. It's a non-stop adventure.

Walking to the car, trying to go to work, and I detect something odd lurking in the bottom of my shoe. Hobble to the car. Flip off the footware. And... what the heck is this? Why was it in my shoe?

At least it wasn't in my underwear!