“Look, Mom.” My five-year-old pointed off the snowy path leading from our house to the barn as we carried water to the chickens. A yellow line swirled in the otherwise pristine snow. “See, it’s a G.”
“Did you do that?”
“Yep. I followed the rules: You can go wee-wee outside, but you have to go poop in the house.”
Welcome to the farm.
So long as it is not in the window well! Isn’t it great to have kids!
hilarious! And he showed it to you??
What a boy! That’s a boy for you!!
I actually like that you posted a different picture than the obvious one, because nothing could live up to what I’m seeing in my head. So funny. By the way, who set the rules?
@Emily: Window well? Was there splashing involved? Ugh!
@Tamara: He was so proud of his G!
@Debby: Yes, he’s quite a boy.
@Jenni: Rules? Well sometimes after about 20 accidents–because the house is never very close when you’re out on the farm (though not the case here)–there is a need for rules with a bit of lattitude. 🙂
Wish we lived on a farm–at least it would make me feel better that my kids had an excuse to go outside. Of course, boys don’t care about justification, they just do it!