I Changed My Mind

Ok, I spoke too soon. I'm not sure I'm a fan of Western Week anymore. After school, I was squatting on the driveway, picking out dried pony poop from the bottom of Elina's shoes with a wooden skewer. Of course, MY KID would be the one who accidentally stepped into it somewhere on the schoolyard. That stuff was caked into the tread of Elina's shoe and I could only use a skewer to get it out. At least I got it all out. Yay, me.