You can't say we didn't give her fair warning. Emma was told three months ago about one of life's indisputable truths, that seven-year-olds pick up poop.
I thought it best to break her into the task on the backyard. To her credit, she didn't complain. She even seemed a little excited. Honey had been back from the kennel just three days, so there were only six surprises to be found. A half hour later we were treated with a fresh one. I wish you could have heard her surprise.