On a beautiful spring Sunday afternoon I walked to the nearby playground at the local elementary school with my toddler and Springer spaniel. Having taken this walk many times before, I was equipped with a plastic bag just in case the pooch pooped. As we approached the playground my daughter made a loud announcement.
"Mommy I have to poop now!”
We had our first lesson in how to hide and take a dump discreetly in emergencies. As it was a beautiful day, there were plenty of joggers, kite flyers and bike riders about. We were stealthy, and the dog kept watch. Then I scooped up the poop with the baggie I had brought for dog shit. I usually have tissues with me in my jacket pocket. Not that day. I silently reprimanded myself for blowing my nose with that last tissue the day before. Pulling up her pants reluctantly, I told my daughter it would be okay. We would play for awhile and then go home to take a bath.
“Okay Mommy.”
She was being such a trouper. I tied the baggie and carried it proudly as we entered the playground- not a trash can in sight. That turned out to be a good thing. Ten minutes later we were on the swings and she announced that she had to "let a few more friends out." Meaning out of her butt. We hid again. Ten more minutes passed. Why was I surprised to see the dog taking a nice steaming dump on the playground? It was a triple duty kind of day. I opened the bag one last time and carefully maneuvered the newest deposit into the bag without soiling my hands. Mission accomplished. The combination of dog and toddler crap was.....interesting. I tied that sucker as I tightly as I could and hoped no one else would be making any further contributions.
As we neared our house my little girl made yet another announcement to the passersby on the sidewalk.
"My butt itches really bad."
Yeah....the skid marks were quite impressive.
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