I Walk Through Minefields

One of the kids was just yelling: “I stepped in dog poop!” repeatedly (and I mean repeatedly) until the mother finally decided to do something about it. To Josh's & my delight, the kid then said, “My other shoe stepped in dog poop too.” Those shoes just have a mind of their own sometimes.

With the addition of a second poop-machine, I can see this going no where good. Or everywhere good if your intent is simply to document varying degrees of ridiculousity.