PFL: Part Two
Near the beginning of the year, I wrote on this blog about something my husband, his family and I have experienced; something we call PFL.
Tonight there was a whole new twist on PFL.
After dinner, Ryan had been playing out in the grass in the backyard. Since I had picked up all of the dog poo landmines that I could find out in the backyard earlier that day, I wasn’t too concerned about him running around barefoot.
A little later Matt, Ryan and I were chilling out in the living room. Ryan walked up to me, half-gagging and saying, “Eeeewww!” Something was grossing him out, but I had no clue of what was bothering him. A few minutes later, I saw a couple of little brown chunks on the couch . What the…??? I picked them up to examine more closely.
Then the smell hit me. This was had been grossing Ryan out a few minutes earlier–DOG POO!
I looked down at the carpet and saw a few more chunks around the living room. Fantastic. There’s nothing like a room scattered with feces. But where did it come from?
It then occurred to me to check Ryan’s feet. Sure enough, his left heel was caked in dog poo.
As Matt brought me a wet paper towel to try to get rid of some of the nastiness, he said, “Well, good job, PFL.” He then laughed and called Ryan “Poo Foot Lerche”.
I think I’d rather contend with Poo Foot Lerche than previous PFL incidents–even if Ryan’s version is a bit stinkier.
August 6th, 2008 at 6:18 am
Ewwww! But yeah… I guess a little dog crap is much better than some of the other bad luck you could have… at least this one is solved with one of the best rituals with little kiddos… BATHTIME!