Another "poo-poo-" story...

Owen this time I'm going to share a poop story about you.  Unfortunately, this story does not involve you using the potty.  So, yesterday after dinner you begged to go outside, so I let you and Paige out then closed the door to keep flies out while I quickly put something away.  You went out of my sight for a bit then came back to the door with both hands full saying "ucky, ucky".  Nana (who came to visit) and I both said "what does he have?", I thought to myself "it sure looks like poop but he wouldn't do that"! Wrong, you would in fact do just that!  You picked up two handfuls of dog poo and brought it to the door to tell us that it was "ucky".  Oh, Owen...