Warning: This is only for fun and to make you smile.
As much as I joke about poop, I really hate it. We see it on the sidewalks of Okinawa and in our driveway due to neglectful doggy owners. We choose our paths carefully as we say, “watch out for the poop!” Yuck. We’ve said it so much lately that Annabelle now talks about poop like a long lost friend. We have had to warn her about saying it because it isn’t polite. Blah. The idea of picking up a dogs poop keeps me from being and owner…yet I am called to pick up my daughters. Usually with a gag.
Potty training has always been a fear of mine because I’d have to deal with…well, poop! We have been in the throws of potty training for a little over a month now. A couple of weeks ago we were having a rough go at it. I threw away at least two pair of underwear, as that was way easier than cleaning…poop. I even had to clean it up off a carpet. Gag again. I was cleaning pee off the floor and doing laundry numerous times a day. So, on a cloudy-ish day I decided we needed some fun. So we went to the zoo.
The zoo here is small. The cages are small and the animals are sometimes close enough to touch. They look a bit haggard in their cement surroundings with some token greenery. Yet the kids love to see their favorite animals. As we were heading up toward the lion we heard a roar and about 100 Japanese middle schoolers screaming in delight. I grabbed Annabelle and ran toward the lioness only to see her sleeping. Hmmmm…then I saw the kids about 50 feet away once again laughing over a roar. We headed up there to see the Chimpanzee visibly upset. He was roaring, shooting angry eyes, and marching around his cage. Suddenly the kids scream and run. As I looked over their heads, I realized why they were screaming too late. We were showered with Chimp Poop. I honestly was in so much shock I held Annabelle and walked backwards to cover as the kids were shooed away from the cage. We stood there alone shaking the poop off our hair and bods looking at the Chimp trying to calm down. He then walked up a ledge and promptly wet pooped. I thanked the Lord out loud that we got dry poop while Annabelle kept saying, “HE THREW POOP ON US!” over and over again.
At the end of our zoo journey I asked Annabelle what her favorite part of the zoo was. And of course, without hesitation she said with glee, “POOP!”
So, if you are having a bad day or week, it could always be worse. It could be wet poop.