In today’s edition of “Did I Just Say What I Thought I Said?” we have a phrase which, in addition to being one of those things that:
A) shouldn’t have to be said in the first place,
B) shouldn’t have to be said by me and
C) that yelling out an open window of the house does not at all improve,
it also, sadly, is something we have addressed before.
Don’t poop in the yard!!!
The worst part of this is, of course, the aftermath.
Moving the perpetrator (or should I say poopetrator?) to the toilet.
Yard clean up.
The lengthy explanation to answer the ever present “WHY?” question.
My explanation was going so well I was starting to worry that Clara was never going to poop outside again. Which, given that I would like to take them camping, might not be great thing for the long run. So we talked about acceptable times and places to poop outdoors.
Finally a poop free girl headed back outside with Ivy as they walked through the door I heard:
“Me poop outside in hole. Me go do that.”
Now I’m sorta worried about the sandbox.