Only a boy...

We finally had a beautiful day! It was in the low 50s, so we took advantage of the warm spell. We went on a long walk. When we got home, I decided it was time for me to pick up the massive amount of dog poop that has gathered since the cold weather has moved in. As I'm doing the world's greatest job, Noah approaches me and asks if he can help. Sure! As a kid I can never remember volunteering to do this job. It was always forced upon me with threats attached. Noah gets his rubber glove on and starts to pick up little pieces. What happened within the first few minutes bewildered me. He begins to analyze the shape in which the poop is arranged. "Mom, this one looks like an L. This one looks like a 7." In my mind, I'm thinking, "Only a boy could look at poop and make logical shapes out of its arrangement." If only Alley could understand what Noah was doing to her "business."