As we went to pick up Ricky from school today, the pooper scooper pulled up to our house. (Yes. We pay to have our dogs’ waste picked up and removed. Try having 2 big dogs and 4 little boys and you, too, will see it as a necessity and not a luxury.)
As we drove away, Billy said,
“I’m going to be a pooper scooper. Then I can drive a truck and go anywhere and play on toys all day long.”
Good to have a goal, son.