I don't know if it's being a scattered brain tween or just sheer stupidity... The first time Cricket stepped in goose sh#t it was an "oops"...(personally, if I had been in her shoes...no pun intended...I would have been looking over my shoulder every few seconds or so as the stench was so deplorable!)
The second time however, left me scratching my head in a "what the flip" kind of way!!!!
So...the topic at the breakfast table this morning went something like this:
Swanky stay at home mom (SSAHM): Cricket...can you see the poop on the grass at the playground? (Having that plethora of worthless knowledge from my post secondary education I was genuinely concerned about histoplasmosis!)
Cricket: Mom...the poop is on the sidewalk near the bus stop.
SSAHM (extremely perplexed): Daughter...why don't you walk around the poop?
Cricket (as if SSAHM is a complete idiot): Mom...I would have to step off the sidewalk into the street to go around the poop.
SSAHM (even more perplexed that before): AND?!?!?!
Cricket: Are you giving me permission to walk in the street?
Again...looking at her attempting to decipher the "Crick-a-nese" she was spewing at this early hour, I could only sum it up like this:
"We live on a cul-de-sac...I'm not asking you to play in the middle of the interstate for an extended period of time during rush hour...step off the damn curb...take your 6 or so steps...get back on the sidewalk and proceed home...OTHERWISE...be prepared to wash your own dog-gone shoes because four soles (with ground in poop) in 2 days is this momma's limit!!!!!"
I'm not a betting type of woman, but if I were, I'd take every cent I have and bet it went in one ear and out the other and that dingy tween comes home today with goose poop on her new riding boots.
Boy...her safety guru daddy ought be proud!
Cheers~ H
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