So Rob goes in to get Dharma to bed while I am finishing up feeding the dogs. I hear him say he smells poo, but the thought leaves my mind as quickly as it enters. A few minutes later I go into her room and he is standing over a Memory game box. He says, "Dharma doesn't want me to look in that box and I smell poo."
Sigh. Pause. Deep breath. Exhale.
"Dharma...why don't you want dad to look in that box?"
"THERE'S NO POO IN THERE, MOM!" she says as calm as she can. Which wasn't calm at all.
"Dharma....please go over there and take the lid off the box." Nothing happens. "NOW!"
She jumps up, goes over, takes the lid off and lo and behold there is poo. Poo in the box. Yes poo.
Sigh. Pause. Deep breath (not too deep, I don't want to smell that). Exhale.
"Dharma...why is there poo in the Memory game box?"
"Because," she says, "this room is my home now and that is where I am going to poo."
"Mmm Hmm." Sigh. Pause. Deep breath. Exhale. "Dharma...take the box and go put it in the garbage." She looks at me and doesn't move. "NOW!"
As she leaves the room with the box, Rob, Mackenzie and I look at eachother and shake our heads and actually tried not to laugh. Not because poo in a Memory game box is funny, but because from Dharma, we expect nothing less than the surprise of poo in a box.
