Soccer-Butt

By Ashley

Today Brandon and I bought Jelly a child size soccer ball. We played for a long time passing between each other and playing keep away from Jelly. We all loved it.

All of a sudden I assumed that Jelly was tired because he stopped playing and sat between us. Brandon had the ball and I turned away for a second to start picking up all of his toys. When I turned back around, Jelly had positioned himself into the dreaded poo-squat. Alarmed, I called for brandon to grab him and take him outside before he did the deed. Brandon, distracted and also alarmed, reacted by trying to kick the ball away so he could pick up the dog. 

Brandon and I are not skilled soccer players. In fact, we kind of suck.

When Brandon attempted to kick the ball away, he ended up kicking the ball right into Jelly's butt.  Feeling sorry that he had rolled the ball into the dog, he picked the ball up to set aside. By this time Jelly could not be stopped and finished his accident.

I went for paper towels and clorox spray, but was stopped by Brandon gagging. It turns out that Brandon had kicked the ball into Jelly's butt exactly as Jelly had started to potty. Brandon now had poo on his hands and the ball in a perfect, Jelly-butt sized circle. 

Let me reiterate this, Brandon unintentionally kicked a ball into Jelly's butt while Jelly was pooping. 

It's a Monday alright.