Agent J loves taking care of the lawn.  This afternoon he decided it was time to pick up the dog’s droppings with the poop scoop.  After working for ten minutes solid he burst shirtless through the back door swinging the bag of crap around his head.

I speechlessly watched him leap his way into my bedroom. Like a bad dream I tried to yell, “Stop!” but I couldn’t.  He jumped on my bed and said, “Don’t you love it when I make the yard beautiful?” 

I finally got the words out of my mouth.  “YES!  Now get that poop OUT OF HERE!”

He laughed, swung the bag at me and bounded outside again.