So lately we've had some unpleasant experiences with children and poo-poo. This provides somewhat of a disclaimer for the event I'm about to recant for you. Yesterday, Craig and I and the children ran some errands in the morning. Before we left, I had put a pot of beans on to simmer and soften. Upon returning from our morning errands, Craig opened the front door with his four little ducks trailing right behind him. He suddenly stopped and announced with fear and trembling that something smelled awful and that the children should stay right there while he went and investigated. He said that it either smelled like one of the dogs had pooed in the house or that someone had peed on a heater (I'm not sure where that one came from! How often does someone pee on a heater in YOUR house?!?!). As I entered the house behind him, listening to his proclamations of stinkiness, I realized what it was he was smelling! "Craig,", I announced, "what you are smelling is your dinner! Yes, that smell that smells like dog poop or pee on a heater is your dinner!". What a compliment, huh? Craig laughed so hard I thought he was going to stop breathing and for dinner last night, we had "Pee on a Heater Bean Soup" or if you'd rather, "Dog Poop Soup". I bet you're sad you missed it!
P.S. Craig would like me to add that the soup was very good (I do believe this is his attempt to dig himself out of a hole)!