Poop balls. Yep. I said it. They named them poop balls. This was a surprise to me since our kids aren't allowed to use "potty talk" and they don't watch television shows that use such language. So needless to say, I was aghast at such a name and have been desperate to try to figure something out to solve my dilemma because running around town during errands with your children asking for "poop balls" is not exactly on my game plan.
|Homemade Larabars molded into Flower Balls|
The irony of this whole situation is that Blaise, the one who lovingly nicknamed my homemade fruit and nut bars that detestable name, was beginning to tire of his desire for "poop balls" (he's my moody eater). But now that they are flower balls, I've got to hide them in the back of the refrigerator or little hands are sneaking them at rates faster than their bowels can handle! (Maybe the nickname isn't so ironic after all.)
Sometimes it's all in the presentation!