This morning when I took Kaitlyn to school, there was a handwritten note taped to the door: the class was going to the library today. This is a big deal because there is not a library in the school. The teachers walk the children to the town’s library… several blocks away.
I watched them as they left. The line up in pairs and hold hands with their partner. One teacher leads, the other brings up the rear. Today the English teacher was there; she helped run interference with potential traffic issues.
It is so cute the way they all walk down the sidewalk, holding hands. Kaitlyn was so excited about going to the library. Just yesterday she asked me to take her, but I wasn’t up to the task of tackling all those French books.
When I picked her up for lunch, I learned there was one little mis-step in the trip. Kaitlyn marched right through what was apparently a sizeable pile of dog poop. The stuff is everywhere; people let their dogs do their thing wherever they happen to be at the time. Luckily, the kids keep slippers in their backpacks for rainy days. (You might say today it was raining dogs.) Now I’m avoiding getting the poop-coverd shoes out of the plastic bag the teacher wrapped them in so that I can clean them.
If the slippers aren’t (a) her favorite or (b) expensive, I’d say to discard and replace. Or take them outside, put them upside down on the poopdeck, and squirt them with the hose from afar. Now that’s a dog gone good idea.
Burn’em!