Good Luck

Two days ago I was pooped on by a bird walking out of E's school.  It landed on my head, and it was really gross.  It was in front of the playground with all the teachers and kids watching.  It was one of those moments where you want to totally gross out, but you don't want to be a crazy example to all the little eyes and ears that are so intently watching and listening.  What was really funny is E pointed out all of the birds flying overhead before the poop came flying.  E saw the poop land on my head, he announced "Mommy-Poop-Head-Yucky!"  He then proceeded to laugh to the point of snorting and hiccups.  I love that he snorts when he laughs.

While I was totally disgusted, I couldn't help but laugh to the point of tears while driving home with my little man.  The rest of the night he kept talking about what had happened and insisted on inspecting my hair long after the mess was cleaned up.  When we walked in the door and I was laughing/lamenting over what happened, Rob reminded me that getting pooped on is a sign that good luck is coming my way.  While I don't necessarily believe in actual "luck," we did receive two calls the very next day with good news.  (More to come on the good news thing...)

So I was reminded that sometimes getting pooped on (literally and figuratively) isn't always a bad thing.  My son thought I was the funniest person alive, and I certainly can't complain about that.