Don't Eat The Biscotti!

This morning I thought that I would take an hour or so to straighten up my house. This is something I don't normally do. I don't like doing it, I'm not good at it and I really look for just about any excuse to avoid it. But today...I decided to suck it up and give it my best shot. My son (who is almost 2) tried valiantly to undo me by following me and unfolding whatever had just been folded, pulling off of the shelf whatever had just been put on, etc. But I shouldered on.

Eventually Jax seemed to catch on and began to hand me things that were on the floor. To encourage this I would shower him with "Good BOY!!" comments. He handed me all sorts of things and I would finish what I was doing and then either throw away or put away his contribution. The last thing he handed me felt kind of funny. As I was caressing it with my fingers I noticed that its' texture was not unlike that of a biscotti. So I looked at it. Hmmm. It was brown with florescent specs throughout. At first glance I took it for a McDonald's Happy Meal toy. But no...upon closer inspection I realized that it was, in fact, a piece of petrified dog shit. Apparently the puppy has been sneaking around eating the kids' crayons and taking dumps in the guest room. Oh happy day. There is, however, a silver lining - it gave me the perfect excuse to quit cleaning. I am now very busy pondering whether I should cut my hand off at the wrist or at the palm.

Comments

Steph said…
Been there done that only I was handed petrified cat puke, hairball puke to be exact! I feel your pain sista!
Bex said…
It is important to remember that we're all in this together. One womans petrified dog poopie is anothers cat yak (hairy or otherwise). Keep fighting the good fight, my friend!

Bex

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