Poop.

A scene from my kitchen window... My thoughts are as follows:

"Oh, no. Yes, Wil that is a pile of Gravel's poop. What is he thinking?"

"Please don't touch it. Please don't touch it."

"Oh.My.God. He's totally trying to scoop it up with his shovel."

(Insert every swear word you can think of ~ I said them out loud.)

"I'll wash his hands later, I guess. I'll wash them really, really good."