End of a long miraculously pleasant morning at the zoo (all three of us were sick and cranky at home) and I'm perched on the edge of the cargo space of my station wagon, changing a squirming baby inside. The ride home is short, but long enough for the onset of naps and I'd consider that a good thing. Too good to mess up by having to wake her to change her at home.
I peel back Dee's diaper and as I do the sun glints off of several red shiny dots amid the dark brown canvas of compressed poo. I look closer. Glitter. Five, maybe ten, bits of glitter decorate her fecal waste.
No idea how they got there.