Icky

About a month ago, as we were on a weekend walk, Riley was walking behind his stroller (he is way too cool to actually ride in his stroller most of the time these days) and pulled a plastic bag out of one of the stroller's many pockets. He proceeded to take the plastic bag, walk over to the grass, bend down and use the bag to touch the ground.

At first we looked at him a bit perplexed. After a few seconds it dawned on us what he was doing. In almost perfect form, he was mimicking Casey as he picks up after the dogs on our walks. Fortunately, we were able to take that moment to explain to him that dog poop is "icky" and that it is not to be touched.

Nonetheless, he continues to be fascinated by this. Since our house is on the market, we end up spending a fair amount of time in the yard picking up after the dogs. This has become one of Riley's favorite outdoor activities. He is a very good "spotter" and will walk over to a certain spot in the yard and repeat "icky" over and over (and over and over) until you pick it up.

A delicate topic, but one that is so hilarious (and adorable) that I felt it was worth an honorable mention.