Sophia was sitting on the back lawn playing with some pink tree blossoms while I watered and weeded the vegetable garden. It was an idyllic picture.
“Mommy, what stinks? It smells like Rocket Dog poopies.”
It should have registered that she was sitting in The Poop Zone but I was just sort of blissed out and peaceful so I didn’t really take note until it was too late.
“Honey? What’s that on your dress? Stand up!”
“I think it’s peanut butter.”
“Sweetie, you didn’t EAT peanut butter this morning.”
We looked at each other and then it hit us. Tim helped her out of her dress and tights and took her into the house to change. I found the source of the trouble; Rocket Dog had the runs.
It doesn’t matter how peacefully the day starts out, someone inevitably tries to shit on it. The key to survival is learning to see the humor in an unfortunate situation.
Have a peaceful and love-filled day.