Saturday, March 10, 2007
Being a new "blogger" I have been surfing around the net enjoying reading other peoples blogs. It seems there are many Mommy and Daddy bloggers and everyone has a few "poop" stories to share. As much as I chuckle about them, I've been happily void of those situations. My son is 21, doesn't live with me and my daughter is 18 ... poop days are long gone for me.... until last night.
The little boy next door, Kyle, is about 8 and the cutest kid on the block. He adores our dog Quinn (side note, his legal name is Quinnie the Pooh) and wants to play with him every chance he can. Quinn has a "doggie door" so he comes in and out as he pleases. Kyle has always been welcomed into the backyard, and hops the fence whenever Quinn is out there.
I heard Quinn go out, and I saw Kyle and his friend hop the fence, I assumed to play with Quinn. I never really looked out again, but I heard lots of laughter. Through the door wall I could see the boys running around the yard, Quinn chasing them and and occasional "thud" sound. I figured they were having a snowball fight.
When winter comes, I never go out and scoop dog poop. Come spring, I am guaranteed a bumper crop of it. It dawned on me I had better remind the boys to beware of Quinn's poop. Quinn is only 10 pounds, so he drops tootsie roll size turds.
I stuck my head out the door and saw Kyle standing there in just his socks, no gloves ... boots off, snow pants off, coat off, laughing hysterically. He had the lid to my garbage can, holding it as a shield. I asked him why he was half undressed and he said he got "some" poop on him. Just then, with precision, he raised his shield as his friend launched a poopball at him! It hit the garbage can lid, like a frozen fudgesicle. Needless to say, I had to halt their fun and advise them to go home and get in hot showers.
So poop it is, no matter if you have little kids in the home or not ... where there is poop, kids are involved!