Some people call them cinnamon rolls, I call them crack cocaine.
Now on to the Ka-Koons. So you know, kids say the darndest things. Juice boxes are sandboxes at our house. And well, Raccoons are Ka-Koons. So we are sitting there, I am busy feeding the monkeys and Mason just starts SQUEALLLLING.....out on the deck is mama Ka-Koon....fat as can be circling our grill. So I watch her for a bit and then off she goes. A few minutes go by and what do I see, two baby Ka-koons hissing at me (nice little rhyme). Up in the tree, at arms reach, is this sad little duo. Who says nothing exciting happens in the suburbs??
Check out the kiddos at the park......
Life is good.