We had an indoor playdate at the mall on Thursday with some friends we hadn't seen in a long time. I like doing playdates at the mall because it gives the kids plenty of space to run AND I can get some errands done as well. If only grocery stores worked the same way.
Anyway, after a couple hours, we walked out to our car in the parking lot and got an unpleasant surprise. Our car was covered in bird poop. On top of that, our car was the only one in the parking lot that was affected. The cars next to us didn't have a drop. It was crazy! I wish I had a camera to document it. It was as if our car had a big bulls-eye on it and a flock of seagulls had dive-bombed it and unloaded their nasty payload.
It was funny to see ESK process the situation. In the end, she was a funny mixture of amazed/scared/amused. She has been big into potty humor lately and when I explained that birds had pooped on our car, she said, "P U!" and cackled. We drove straight to the nearest car wash and I swear people were looking at our car as I sped past. Blech.
As we were going through the car wash, I told ESK that we should tell Daddy this story when he got home. And sure enough, as soon as SK got home, ESK came running and started excitedly telling him a story about "poopy on Mommy's car" (which SK first thought meant that ESK had pooped while in the car) and "give the car a bath". When asked who gave the car a bath, ESK answered, "a man". Which was true. The car wash attendant had to do a more vigorous-than-usual preliminary soap scrub because of the bird poop.
I just realized that was the highlight of my Thursday -- sharing a bird poop experience with my daughter and watching her tell the story.
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2 comments:
gotta love hearing how they interpret different situations.
it sounds quite disturbing... i would have been scared, me with my great phobia.
that's truly gross and totally weird that they all pooped on your car. a sign that you need a new one, perhaps?
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