On Saturday morning Natasha and the girls were decorating the house for Halloween. Tatiana (age 6) was outside hanging decorations - when she got to the CAUTION-DANGER safety tape she tried wrapping it around the tree in front of the house. She came in the house for some reason - within a few moments I hear Natasha panicking. I rush up stairs to learn (and smell) that Tatiana had not taken her shoes off at the front door (like she was supposed to) and tracked dog sh*t through the house - up the stairs and into the main intersection of our hallway.
We don't own a dog.
Now we are trying to keep the 4 and 6 year olds, the cats, and ourselves out of the mess. Navigation of her poopy foot prints was a treat while trying to hop from space to space in order to coordinate a solution. Tossing the kids and cats into a room, fetching a mop and bucket, and getting Natasha and Talia out the door to a birthday party was a treat. Nothing tops spending your Saturday morning on your hands and knees cleaning up rapidly drying feces.
After I had finished cleaning up inside, I had a philosophical discussion with Tatiana about why we were freaking out, and then I took her outside and got her some gloves, paper towel, some grocery bags, and a garden hose. She picked up the logs of sh*t from around the tree, picked the sh*t out of her shoes, washed her shoes, the floor mats, and the stoop with the hose.
Then we cleaned out the kitchen trash compactor, built some poison traps with peanut butter and death pills, and rebuilt the weed whacker. This time spent together gave her a real appreciation for hard work - she could barely stand by the time the sun was setting - and a strong sense of accomplishment.
Also, if you ask her what an engine needs to run she'll tell you air, fuel, and spark.
Originally Daddy-Daughter day was supposed to be a Hellcat ride to the park and ice cream - but this was way better... especially because she'll never forget to take her shoes off again.
We don't own a dog.
Now we are trying to keep the 4 and 6 year olds, the cats, and ourselves out of the mess. Navigation of her poopy foot prints was a treat while trying to hop from space to space in order to coordinate a solution. Tossing the kids and cats into a room, fetching a mop and bucket, and getting Natasha and Talia out the door to a birthday party was a treat. Nothing tops spending your Saturday morning on your hands and knees cleaning up rapidly drying feces.
After I had finished cleaning up inside, I had a philosophical discussion with Tatiana about why we were freaking out, and then I took her outside and got her some gloves, paper towel, some grocery bags, and a garden hose. She picked up the logs of sh*t from around the tree, picked the sh*t out of her shoes, washed her shoes, the floor mats, and the stoop with the hose.
Then we cleaned out the kitchen trash compactor, built some poison traps with peanut butter and death pills, and rebuilt the weed whacker. This time spent together gave her a real appreciation for hard work - she could barely stand by the time the sun was setting - and a strong sense of accomplishment.
Also, if you ask her what an engine needs to run she'll tell you air, fuel, and spark.
Originally Daddy-Daughter day was supposed to be a Hellcat ride to the park and ice cream - but this was way better... especially because she'll never forget to take her shoes off again.
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