Remember how the boys spilled nearly an entire bottle of flocking on the carpet and bedspread in our room while I was washing windows in the living room?
Well, I was going to post a picture of my cleanup job, but our severe separation anxiety suffering dog, Pike, had another little job that he thought you might enjoy more.
At least he only got Seth’s side of the dresser.
And the white bathroom rug. And the the cabinet. And the door.
While I cleaned it up, the boys stole my camera and broke out their squirt guns in an attempt to film their own action shots.
When I finished picking up all of the poo and soaking the carpet with cleaner, Tucker ran past yelling, “Mommy! I did poop chicken!”
Poop sucks.