I was making dinner last night while the kids were playing outside. Anyway long story short, my youngest son pooped on my neighbors lawn.
I guess I just wanted you all to know that little landmine of information since the thing I had been worried about while I was cutting onions in the kitchen was if a car was going to come down the street too fast and run my children over or if someone was going to see their cuteness and get the idea to steal one or both of them. Never in my wildest imagination did I think to worry that I might have to break out the new pooper scooper to pay for those three minutes of making dinner. And I am completely serious; Amazon had just delivered a brand new pooper scooper to my house maybe three minutes before this incident! Makes me wonder if the Universe had this all planned out ahead of time.
This happens often. Not the poo, well yes but no. I mean that the things I worry about almost never happen. The things I couldn't imagine happening in a million years happen all the time. Like that time I tried to write an email which is apparently code for my children to haul the sprinkler in to the kitchen and turn the tap on to fly-by-crop-sprayer. It is either proof that there is no point worrying about things because there is no way you can predict what your children have in store for you next or it's a testament to my lack of imagination.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and peek out the front door to see if my neighbor has reciprocated my sons Valentines delivery.
