Whatever "floats" your boat.

So. We went to the big city today.

You never know what you'll see there.

First thing this morning we took Alan in to get blood drawn. This particular location is a rather large building, with kids of all types running around. I feel I can sympathize with most parents who bring their kids there. It's just something we do.

But I have to admit I did do a double-take today when I saw a boy, about three years old, waiting in line with his mother and happily playing with one of these:

On a stick.

If you don't recognize that object, let me put it in its regular environment for you:

My first thought upon seeing afore-mentioned little boy entertaining himself with above-pictured item was "ew."

But then I had to admit that even if it was ... umm..... previously used, it technically comes in contact with only clean water. And the kid was clearly entertained and well-behaved.

And then I just had to laugh and admit that as parents we sometimes just have to do what we have to do.

You go mom of the little toilet-float playing boy. You go.