BAD - The other morning Little Miss J wanted to play Play Doh before going to school. When it was time to get ready, she wasn't completely on board and instead yelled, "NO!" and proceeded to throw Play Doh on the ground. I managed to pick some of it up, but figured the rest would dry up and be easier to get off the rug. I wasn't really even fathoming what was to happen next ...
UGLY - Apparently, Carl Rove decided to clean up the rest of the Play Doh and by "clean up" I mean eat it. Let's just say what happens after Carl Rove eats Play Doh is not pretty - in fact, it's ugly. We came home last night from work at 6:00 p.m. and Carl had literally sh!t everywhere. Like at least 45 times. The whole house smelled like dog poop. Gus spent the next hour cleaning it up, while entertained Little Miss J. I clearly got the better end of that deal.
GOOD - Carl Rove, who appeared to be completely recovered and good as new, Little Miss J, and I got to spend an hour playing in the yard. And because the house smelled so completely awful, we headed out to Opa Opa for some impromtu Greek food. We learned that Little Miss J likes falafel and tabbouleh, and she got some of her favorite "thomas" aka hummus. AND because the weather was so nice (or maybe because the restaurant was full), we dined al fresco on the patio.
So the area rugs were ruined, Carl didn't feel so well during the day, and Gus had to clean up dog
sh!t, but other than that it was a pretty nice family evening.