If you give a dog some goat cheese, he’s going to shit on your floor.
When he shits on your floor, you’ll probably be making lunch in the kitchen, so your toddler will “handle” it.
When your toddler “handles” the dog shit, he really handles (and foot-les and um… mouth-les) it.
When he handles, footles, and mouthles, the dog shit, you’re going to want to carry him at arms length and grab your computer on the way to the bathtub so you can google “oh shit my kid ate dog shit what the shit do i do??????”
bleaching soaping up your kid in the tub and googling what the shit to do with my shit taster, you’re going to want to scream at the other two kids in the house to stay in their room because you said so that’s why.
If you tell these two other children to stay in the room because you said so, they are naturally going to come out and ask you “what smells like poop” a dozen times.
While they come out and ask you “what smells like poop” a dozen times, you’re going to scream over your shoulder that anyone who comes out of the room again will not get the lunch that’s burning in the oven and you’re bound to forget to put a diaper on the bathed toddler before you trap him in his own room with a baby gate to commence the de-shitting of aforementioned shit-room.
While you’re cooling burnt pizzas and lysol-wiping poop off of the floor (ice-skating style), you’re going to want to heat up your steam mop and put the shitting dog outside to…well… shit some more outside.
While the shitter is shitting outside, you’re going to steam mop the whole floor and sob-sing the lyrics to “rainy days and mondays always get me down”. (Through clenched teeth.)
While you’re singing, the kids are going to come out to ask for their burnt pizza and the toddler is going to pee on his carpet.
If the toddler pees on his carpet, you’re going to want to blot that.
While you’re blotting, kids are eating blackened pizza and asking what is for snack.
While you’re blotting and telling the kids that they can eat each other’s arms for snack, your toddler is stirring the toilet with a wii remote.
If your toddler stirs the toilet with a wii remote, you’re going to want to blow dry the remote and practice your shocked and surprised face for when your husband discovers it smells like toilet and may not be working.
If you’re blow drying your wii remote, you’re going to want to turn the dryer on your toddler to dry up some of that snot and drool.
Once that snot and drool is dry, you’re going to want to kiss him because he doesn’t know that dog shit’s gross or that toilet water is not for stirring with game system remotes.
While you’re kissing him, you’re going to notice some dog shit in his ear… and on the freshly mopped floor.
ps- felicia bond, if you’re reading this… i love your books.