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Monkey See...Monkey Do!

Twas the night of the s'more making, when all through the yard,

Little girls were doing cartwheels, practicing hard.

And...that's as far as my Christmas Carole re-writing goes.

The Belle was showing us her sweet cartwheel skillz...

Trying to avoid the dog poop in the yard...

And succeeding.

Then, there is "Monkey Do",

Who had to try what her sister was doing,

And who succeeded...

In NOT avoiding the dog poop.

At least we think that is why the pile of poo was squished.

I'm quite certain, now, that it wasn't chocolate from the s'mores that was on her.

Not after seeing that pile of smooshed dog doo.

Monkey See...Monkey Doo.



    That is so grody.

  2. Gross and cute all at the same time! :)

  3. I'm always racing out into the yard to scoop the poop when the kids head into landmine territory. My girly found one with a bare foot recently. Ick.

  4. yuk. I just threw up a little in my mouth. :)

  5. ha ha ha...ewwwww...ha ha ha...ewww...

  6. Ahhh... that is the truth. My two year old wants to do EVERYTHING the four year old does.

  7. So, so funny! I hope it was on her leg or some place other than her hands or face.

  8. Oh man that is too cute! I was really getting into your Christmas carol and then you stopped! LOL! I love the last picture and totally started clapping with her! She did such a good job at the cartwheel! So adorable!

  9. bahaha. That's really funny. Sweet that she wants to be like her sister, but gross.

  10. LOL, that is too funny! I can see something like that happening in my house! The pictures are really cute!

  11. HAHA....ummmm, and gross! Love the attempted cartwheel! It's better than I could do...

  12. At least she is clearly proud of herself! That's all that matters!


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