Sunday afternoon we met Nancy and Tom down at the state park in Albert Lea. It was a glorious day for hiking. The boys were both in great moods and, despite leaving my house in utter disarray and being gone since 8-something a.m., I was relaxed and enjoyed myself too. The only bad part of the visit was Nancy stepping in something truly truly awful -- akin to dog diarrhea -- and maybe like a pint of it, with sandals on, with nothing but one napkin and half a water bottle to clean it up. When we headed home that night, we passed a field that had recently been cow-manured. Atticus say, "P-U! Grandma's yucky shoes!"