Everybody Poops

My two year old daughter is fascinated by the book “Everyone Poops” She insists on me reading this story to her EVERY time she is the bathroom for serious business. She giggles and points to the poop and says “Icky!” or “It’s Poo Poo!” I have just been waiting for the day she provides all these poop details to a stranger. Today….was even better than that. It was a gorgeous Colorado day, you could see 3 mountain ranges to the west, there was not a cloud in the sky. Given that it is Super Bowl Sunday and knowing we would spend the entire afternoon in the house, I felt it necessary to get my kids outside this morning for some fresh air. There is a pond and park not far from our house where we take the dog to play ball. We have a crazy labrador who would die before letting go of that darn ball. My son likes to throw the ball in the mud just to see how messy the dog can get. Today was no exception. I was doing my darndest to keep an eye on him, keep the dog from getting muddy, have a relaxing conversation with my husband and oh yeah…keep track of my daughter. Forgot that part. I looked around and saw her in the grass seemingly having a blast. She was singing and appeared to be collecting grass. Grass? Yes, she has been known to do that. I let her play. After about 15 minutes, it was time to head back. When I approached her, I saw that it was not grass but mud. Maybe it was those little plugs that aeration leaves behind…..You must know where I am going with this. These were no plugs, there were goose droppings. Nice. I firmly insisted she drop them immediately explaining that it was “Disgusting” and “Dirty!” She just looked at me with the most confused expression. “It’s okay Mommy. Everybody Poops!”