Our daily wake-up and feed me alarm had something extra to say in addition to the usual, “I hungry. My tummy growling.” The cryptic, “Something’s on the kitchen floor” caused both Doug and I to imagine a dog accident that needed immediate hazmat attention. “I’ll clean up the dog mess in a minute.” The clarification, “There’s letters all over the floor” removed urgency from the situation and Doug mumbled that he would clean the letters up later. When Doug eventually went upstairs, Amy was staring at the previously mentioned floor. Evan made sure Amy was safe from the dangerous letters. “Don’t touch it Amy. Daddy say it’s dog poo letters.”