Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Last Straw

We just concluded a 24-hour period which included a basketball practice/party, set-up for a school event, a playdate, a dinner out (including ice cream to celebrate the end of basketball), a trip to Dunkin' Donuts, a basketball game, the school event (including lunch, games, new jackets, lots of candy), and a softball practice.

On the way home from the final event, Sprout said the following:

"While we were practicing, I slid on the field and got goose poop on my pants and shoes - so you are going to have to scrape off my shoes and get it off so I don't have to wear poopy shoes."

Um, no - I am not. Last straw. No more. I draw the line somewhere before scraping the goose poop off of their shoes...

Although eventually I probably will wind up being the one who does it. Because as much as I want nothing to do with scraping poopy shoes. I also don't want to be the one who puts the poopy shoes back on the kid.

This seems like some kind of maternal catch-22. To scrape or not to scrape?


Mary said...

Seems like a fine time to teach them how to scrape! It's not that you don't want to scrape yourself (of course), but it is such a growing experience for a child :D

Fun Mommy K said...

I managed to outsource the scraping to my husband. Yay!