Ending a day with Pooh - wait, what?

A few days ago we had a family talk with the kids about being a stronger & united family unit instead of pointing fingers at each other & declaring “I didn’t do it” or “It was him, not me”. It went well. Each of us came up with something to do to take responsibility for our family’s success.

Fast forward to the next day…

One of the boys took his part of the family talk serious. He decided he would do more things around the house to help out. We were all getting ready to go to supper & didn’t see him inside. When I looked outside, he was raking leaves in the front yard. I smiled & was proud of him.

I walked over to where he was & told him I was proud of him. Nick came outside & saw him next. He also reinforced this positive behavior

We all went to supper & ate. In the truck on the way back home, I heard one of the boys talking about something stinky on the bottom of their shoes.

Fast forward again…
We are home, changed into our night clothes, and my son (previously praised for his good deed of leaf raking) is in the kitchen under low light scrubbing his shoes.

From the other side of the house, I hear Nick yell, “Chrissy!!”
It was pooh. [Pooh everywhere.] My son was scrubbing pooh off the tread of his shoes in the kitchen sink. The kitchen had tiny flecks of pooh and pooh juice all over it. There was pooh on the wall, the window blinds, the sink, the dish drainer, the “clean” dishes, counter tops – you get the picture?

My son had stepped in a massive pile of pooh while raking the leaves and he thought he was doing another good deed by cleaning the pooh off his shoes…in the kitchen sink!

We spent the next half hour with bleach in the kitchen cleaning the result of his shoe cleaning, which resulted from the good deed yard raking, LOL!

I love my boys, I love my boys, I love my boys!!!

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