Carwash

Colin has recently started noticing that birds poop pretty much anywhere they feel like it.  This bothers him.  A LOT.  So every time he sees bird poop (on the car, sidewalk, house) he has to talk about it, exclaiming about the bird poop.

If that wasn't enough, now Ryan is in on the act.  At least a week ago (perhaps longer) Colin noticed that there was a smidge of bird poop on the sunroof of the car.  Once he pointed that out, Ryan chimed in.  "BIRD POOP CAR, Mommy Yarma!  BIRD POOP CAR!"

If Hari calls on the phone, Ryan will make sure he knows as well.  "BIRD POOP CAR, Daddy Yarma! BIRD POOP CAR!!!"  Colin then clarifies (while Ryan continues his rant), "Daddy... there's bird poop on the car.  A bird pooped on top of the car!!!"  The cacophony is deafening, and the thought of having any actual conversation is a total pipe dream.

Yesterday I saw that the birds were at it again, and there's a large deposit on the driver-side window, as well as the remaining evidence on the sunroof. 

I think I really need to get the car washed before I pick them up from school today!

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