Lesson learned.

I've been known to lick pee from time to time. You'd be surprised what kind of info you can get from a taste of the old Number One. For example, the other day I noted a hint of liver treat on the back leg of a park bench. I miss liver treats. Sigh.

Anyway, Milo fountain-peed all over the floor today while Dan was changing him and I had to know what it was like. That was a bad idea. Baby pee isn't anything like dog pee. It smells like pee. It tastes like pee. Can't say I wasn't disappointed.

But then we went for a walk and I found a lovely mozzarella stick (see above). And all was right in the world again.