Me: "Zib, where is all the dog poop?"
Aiden: "I frew [threw] it."
Me: "You 'frew' it where?!"
Aiden: "Over da fwence."
Me: "What did you use to 'frow' it?"
Aiden: "My hands!"
Being 2,530 miles from family, being married to a nuclear engineer with CRAZY work hours, having a 4 year old, a 2 year old, a 5 month old AND having a 2 year old boxer mutt is not always easy, but it's the life the Lord has blessed me with - and it's WAY better than I imagined my life could ever be!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Poopy Situation
I knew it would happen. I didn't know the details, but I knew at some point after the adoption of South Paw, something with dog poop would happen. Here's how it went down: I went out back to scoop the poop. I asked Aiden to help me find the piles (in an extra-excited voice). He said that he didn't think there was any anymore. Anymore?!
Me: "Zib, where is all the dog poop?"
Aiden: "I frew [threw] it."
Me: "You 'frew' it where?!"
Aiden: "Over da fwence."
Me: "What did you use to 'frow' it?"
Aiden: "My hands!"
Me: "Andy! Get the tub ready!"
Me: "Zib, where is all the dog poop?"
Aiden: "I frew [threw] it."
Me: "You 'frew' it where?!"
Aiden: "Over da fwence."
Me: "What did you use to 'frow' it?"
Aiden: "My hands!"
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Real Men are not afraid of a little Poo. Aub - Why did you teach him to throw it over the fence?
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