Ever say something out loud and it reminds you of a song? That happened to me today.
Amy and I took the girls to a very nice park today ... the first 65 degree day we've had in a few weeks. LOVIN' IT! And with an Italian name like "Migliazzo", this park has to be cool. They've got huge grassy areas, willow trees, rolling hills, and all the children's slides and swings they can handle (all on a cork mat instead of sand, which makes for a bouncy fall). But they also have geese that love to swim in the pond. And eat the grass.
And when they eat their fill, they do what any other animal does: drops off the "kids" at the pool. Poop. Goose poop. Little goose poop. Are you hearing the same Beach Boys golden-oldie song I'm hearing?
"Little goose poop, you don't know what I got."
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