One night last week I asked Gigi to sweep the kitchen floor while I cleaned up supper dishes. She’s sweeping right along… sweep, sweep, sweep…when she suddenly stops.
“Mommy! Is that brownie or poop in the floor?”
Do you think I said –
(a) “I’m sure it’s brownie. Unless it’s poop. Either way, it’s got to be cleaned up.”
(b) “Let me see… sniff…It’s brownie. Now sweep.”
(c) “Oh my goodness!! There’s no way there’s POOP in my kitchen floor. How could you even think such a thing??”
Hint: The answer is not “c”.
Keeping it real, folks. Just keeping it real.