It's been a week where I found myself saying many things I never thought I'd say. (Tough week.) But this little exchange sums up the recent events of our lives perfectly:
Caden-3yr comes in the house, carrying somthing I assume is dirt.
Me: Could you leave the dirt outside, please?
Caden-3yr: Oh, it is not dirt Mom, so I'll just put it in my room.
Caden-3yr: Duke poop.
Me: DUKE POOP STAYS OUTSIDE, CADEN-3YR!
Caden-3yr: No, it's in the house right now, Mom. (He moves his big blue eyes around slowly, just checking that he is indeed standing in the house with the poop, and wondering why I can't see that)
Me: Riiiiight. It IS inside the house right now, and that's a problem because dog poop SHOULD stay outside, where you DON'T TOUCH IT, and hurry up and put it outside so we can wash your hands.
Caden-3yr: Well, o-hay. (that's how he says 'ok') But I really think Duke wanted me to flush this poop down the potty for him, and that's all I was going to do.
Me: You said you were going to put it in your room.
Caden-3yr: Oh. Well. O-hay, THEN I was going to flush it.
I just want the poop to stay off the kids and out of the house. This week that was SO much to ask.