So this is how I know that my blog is now part of the family.
The boy and girlie's friends stopped by (with their Dad) while walking their dog last night. Since it was dinner time, we invited them to stay. And to be honest it was long overdue, as these friends are so wonderful, they always invite us over for dinner whenever the man's away.
After dinner, since there was school the next day, the Dad hustled his kids back into their coats, got the dog and off they went for their walk back home.
And then we get a message on our phone while getting the kids ready for bed ..."Uh, sorry I just realized that we left the poo bag on your front porch. It was dark and I totally forgot. Apologies, you can just throw it into your green cycle bin."
And then another e:mail about it shortly after, just in case.
No big deal.
This morning, we open up the door to get the paper and there it was, right next to the paper. In the same type of blue plastic bag. "There's the poo-bag!" I exclaimed.
For some reason husband thought that was insanely hilarious.
And this evening, my husband said to me, "You should have taken a picture of that, what an awesome bloggable moment!"
And the boy, "Mom, that would have been great to write about "THE POO BAG" on your blog!".
And so it's done. No picture though.
What is it about boys and poo anyway?
Gotta admit, though, some poo stories are priceless...