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Today Erik said, "Poop."

I became very excited and asked him if he needed to use the potty. Yeah, I'm that naive. I should have known.

He looked up at me and followed up with, "There's poop on the Jeep, Mama."

He then held his toy Jeep Wrangler up for me to see. Sure enough, there was a Hershey's Kiss-sized dollop of cat excrement on the left rear tire that had mooshed up onto the fender. It was a nice, rich brown with chunks of prescription rabbit and pea cat food mixed into it, and the smell was gawd awful. Horrified, I grabbed the tiny SUV and headed to the laundry room sink to mix up a bucket of bleach solution to plunge it into. As I crossed the kitchen floor, I saw my beautiful seafoam-colored rug had a straight, regularly interrupted stripe on it. On closer inspection, I could see the miniature tread marks of the tire of a small vehicle that had just completed a safari through the laundry room. Next to the cat box. Through a pile of cat sh*t. For a good mile. Into the master bedroom.

Oh it's good to be home. Sometimes I just have to laugh.