Oh Poop!

Ashley took Justin to the Feast of Carols dress rehearsal while I stayed at home to accomplish a few Saturday afternoon projects.  After putting Logan down for a nap and settling Ethan in with non-television related activities, I headed outside.

Almost immediately, Ashley began texting me about how beautiful the Whitman Chorale sounded.

I'm glad.

Another text announced the wonderful arrangement of Ave Maria.

Super.

Still another text about the delay of rehearsal and the resilient choir director.

Imagine my delight.

Meanwhile I'm out in the bitter cold trying to accomplish yard work and hang Christmas lights.  Please, by all means, continue to tell me about your comfortable seat and warm surroundings (the temperature was beginning to effect my attitude).

I was moments away from texting that exact thought when I heard the back door fly open and a sudden but unconcerned announcement drifted across the yard to greet my ears.

"Dad!  The toilet's plugged up and Logan has poop on his hands!"

The only thing I heard after that was the slam of the screen door and the screaming of lambs.  When will the lambs stop screaming?

- 3 December 2011