Monkeys Flinging Poo

AHHHHHH another "poo story"

I can't believe it happened again! (See entry on swimming in poo from earlier this summer) She of course is mortified being the Type 'A' personality that she is. Me, that Type 'Z' personality thought it was hysterical but gross all at the same time.

Here's the scene.

Rich, me, Kathy and Dave sitting around their kitchen table enjoying tacos and wine. Nora and Andrew running in circles downstairs being monkeys laughing and chasing. SO cute!

Cut to Rich, "Um, what is that on the floor? And where did it come from" Rich points towards the fridge.

Imagine a camara zooming in a on golf ball size brown blob on the floor. Recognition strikes....At this point it's like a Chinese firedrill around the table as we all scramble to check the hands, feet and orafeces of our children.

Kathy, "OMG, OMG! It's POOOOOO! Dave I hate our dog! I'm not kidding, I hate him!"

Dave, "Andrew where did you get that?" Andrew giving Dave a blank stare. Andrew leads Dave around the corner. It seems they have been flinging the poo from the office, to the entry, to the hall, and then the kitchen.

Kathy is furiously washing and rewashing Andrews' hands(remember she's Type A, OCD) I pick Nora up to inspect her hands, yep there is poo squished under her finger nails! Don't worry folks I checked her breathe, all good there.

Quick wash up and Nora was ready to go.....leave it to the girl and my kid to pick the poo off the floor, run around with it in her hand while chasing her friend.

Can someone say 'EWWWWWWW!'