The weekend storm knocked all these seedpods to the ground. They're all over the grass and paths. School is out, 3pm, two little boys skipping along the path, 4 year olds, pointing and screaming delightfully at top of lungs, each louder and better than the other, "That's not doody!" (Next pod) "That's not doody!" (Next pod) "That's not doody!" etc, etc. Then step on them. Big thrill.
I will never be able to see these pods again without getting the giggles.