Today was a day like any other. We were headed to work/babysitter. Both kids were in their little worlds. I was driving slowly and cautiously [clears throat] down the dirt road. (My mom reads this.)
Then, Kyler saw a turtle. Before I could truly get stopped, he was out of the car and running to the turtle (or terrapin, if you prefer). He talked me into letting him take it to the babysitter to show the other kids. Then, we were to turn the turtle loose. . .
I expected the turtle to ride peacefully in the floorboard of my car. I didn't expect a wild, out-of-control rock-star turtle who would trash my car. What I got was this. . .
(Don't look at the dirty carpet!)
That would be a mountain of turtle poop. I decided (not knowing the best way to clean turtle poop up) that it might be best to let it dry, and then vacuum and scrub the mess up, lest I smear turtle poop everywhere (eewwwwww!).
Yep, that's my life. . . and this afternoon I might trade places with you. . . if anyone is interested in cleaning up turtle poop.
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