Warning - Gross Content

Kudos to Callie! She won third place in some school-wide writing contest. Something about tree-worship, or other such nonsense. Callie is a very good writer, which, I believe, comes from her very good reading habits, as well as a flair for the dramatic. There's so much drama in our house - I swear we never need to watch TV. In fact, I don't think I have watched ANYTHING on the tele (regular programming) in three weeks. We just don't turn it on - there's nothing really worth our time. So, like a lack of knowledge inspires a mind to create a new reality - does a lack of drama from the TV source force the spice of life in other ways?




Here's one bit of drama we could do without. But it makes for a great (if not disturbing) story for ancestry and progeny that will live through the ages. Jacob is still wearing underwear. We've had some exciting moments, like last Sunday when he used a whole roll of toilet paper and flushed it all down the toilet. Only it didn't flush and it flooded instead, all over the floor. Or when he was sneaking Oreos in the pantry and mom found him standing in there, amidst a puddle, just as our friends showed up for a visit. The best one was yesterday, when we were all inside and Jacob was entertaining himself in the backyard. I went outside to find Jacob without any pants on. Where are your pants? "Dad, I went poop!" The immediate thought was that the pants were now beyond recognition, and Jacob had rightly ejected himself from them. "No Dad, my pants are clean!" Well where are they? "Come here, I'll show you!" Sure enough, his pants were clean. But that could only mean one thing ... the poop was in the grass. Where's the poop? "Over here!" He proudly pointed to the spot. Lovely. See - it's okay if it's not on the carpet, or in his pants. Apparently he knows that going outside is part of getting back to Nature. So I put the wheelbarrow over the "area" so as to block any unsuspecting would-be pooper stepper-inners, until I could shovel away the offending pile. I'm not sure what's worse, the poop disappeared about 5 minutes later. We avoided Daisy for the rest of the evening, and several days and hands-full of dog biscuits later. Yuck.