Lilly loves these "Dreamlights" things that light up with stars on your ceiling when you go to bed at night. If she goes poop without me asking, then she gets to use her poo poo puppy. It's like her prize for the ultimate poo challenge.
This just all sounds so wrong. But I guess we all have our poo poo puppy.
If I get the kids to school on time with a healthy lunch packed, I get to come home and ride the horse. If Nathan gets his homework done, he gets to stand on the roof and shoot baskets into the hoop backwards. If Emma gets her homework done, she gets to listen to that horrific band she's crazy about.
Poo poo puppies are everywhere, disguised as the things that make us happiest. (And a dog that shoots out stars is pretty amazing, in the dark, actually. She might have the best one.)