Sunday, December 19, 2010

rocks.

This morning, S went out to play with her cousins before they headed back to Indiana. The three kiddos were cute all bundled up picking up rocks and whatnot. After they left, I had about twenty minutes worth of stuff to do before we left for her to spend with day with Mellie, so I sat her in front of the TV and went about my business. One item of business was laundry. As I came back up the basement stairs, I noticed something odd about M's voice as he talked to S. I couldn't tell if she was in trouble...or hurt...or had been possessed.

When I walked into the room, M was kneeling in front of her, with a disgusted and panicked look on his face. Here's what went down...

M: "S, do you want me to take your coat off of you?"
S: "Yes, but can you get a bowl for my rocks?"
M: "Sure. Why don't you give me the rocks, and I'll put them into a bowl."

At this point, she digs into her pockets, and starts dropping things into his outreached hands. And then he realized that while there are some rocks involved with the process, what she's mostly pulling out of her pockets are dog terds.

Her coat has now been washed. And I think M boiled his own hands because he was so creeped out...but really the dog is on such major antibiotics right now that his poop is probably like vitamins. Anyway, I hope your day was as hysterical as mine.

8 comments:

Strongmama said...

I'm glad M got to deal with that one and not you!

M said...

laughing my head off. seriously.

Scarlet Lily said...

Oh God!!! Oh God! You KNOW my own child's obsession with rocks - I feel like I'm reading my future right now.

Wonderland said...

Hahahahahah!!!! Awesome.

Paper Bird and Little Fairy said...

ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. funny though.
LF

Paper Bird and Little Fairy said...

wonder what's in S and J's pockets?!

too funny.

PB

Kristie said...

I LOVE this story. Completely just made my day!

die Frau said...

HILARIOUS. Because it's not me. Yet.