The Brown Identity

Okay, so today started out amazing. It is a warm September day, clear blue sky but for a touch of white mimsy just to make the blue more blue. The word, 'pristine,' comes to mind. But no more. I took Joshua outside with me to play with the haycorns while I watered the tomatoes. I watched him ever so carefully near the pebbles of the dog park. He did not go near any brown spots. I got complacent and watered the moss, cleaning off the mulch from the ledge. He went behind me to go towards the upper corner of the sidewalk, where it is *usually* clean. I smell something and see Joshua right behind me. I don't see anything on his pants, so I am confused. I put the hose away and see the dog brown stuff on the flagstones (you do remember Matt banned the word, 'poop,' right?) Without going into further detail, a bath and a full change of clothes for both of us finished off the morning. 'Pristine' is no longer the word for the day.

On a separate note, Samantha went to the dentist, and she did beautifully. No worries at all, and I even was able to leave her with the hygienist while I took Joshua away from those enticing hoses and off to some more proper toddler toys. She is really a brave, confident little girl.