The Cramer Family

Let me set the stage for this story. We have a dog named Winston. Winston produces a lot of fun but also a lot of waste. In order to keep our yard from turning into one large poop pile, it is necessary to go out regularly and scoop the poop.

So today I decided to do just that, scoop the poop. The boys decided that today they wanted to go out and help me with my task. They both grabbed old boxes and resolved to follow me around collecting the artifacts.

Naturally, we had to take turns depositing the poop. Because of course, fairness is the fundamental law when dealing with chores. But we didn’t take turns in order to spread out the awfulness of the task, oh no, we took turns because each one of them thought it was a great thing to be holding the box while I dumped in dog poo.

Things were going well until Braeden ran into the house to get some shoes on. (I suppose he didn’t want poo in his toes, wimp). While he was gone, Owen slyly grabbed his brother’s box of poo and began to dump it in to his box. Braeden came out of the house during the middle of this and started to SCREAM bloody murder. Because, you know, HIS BROTHER WAS STEALING HIS DOG CRAP!

This ended up requiring parental intervention, because it was such a contentious issue. Never in my wildest parenthood dreams did I ever imagine that I’d be breaking up a fight over a box of poo, but there you go. Make lemonade out of that!

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