Super Wy comes running in from the backyard.
"Mom, Mom, where are my shoes?!" He asks bouncing up and down on his toes. "I got to work."
"What are you going to do, Honey?" I ask absently while reading over my daughter's chosen high school electives for next year.
His face goes very serious and he points like a instructor. "I'm picking up dinosaur poo."
I try very hard not to scrunch my face is disgust. Before I can follow up on that little jewel he continues.
"I need ta' pick up Dinosaur poo and find dinosaur eggs."
From the kitchen my oldest son's head pops out, a big guilty grin on his face. I remember it is his turn to pick up the dog droppings from the backyard.
"Moooommmmm...where's my shoes?!"
Now, my dilemma: Do I let my littlest enjoy the "adventure" or do I admonish my eldest for trickery?
"They're in the closest. Have fun."
...Why dash his hopes?