You know those times when it gets really quiet around the house and you suddenly realize that your children are either unconscious or helpfully decorating the side of the garage with that pack of Sharpies you shoved in the back of the junk drawer? I noticed a moment of silence kind of like that today and got a little worried.
I went outside to investigate and the absurdity of this scene left me speechless.
Just as he was heading into the home stretch, Number 24 decided to bale.
No snails were harmed in the making of this blog post.