Poop Game Revisited

Cathleen and I were chatting in the kitchen this evening, when we looked over and witnessed the kids playing the following game:

Max was laying on the floor, and Eliza would walk over and step on him, at which point he would yell out, "you stepped in poop!" and they would collapse into each other, laughing hysterically, before repeating the entire scene again.

I mean, even if we were to magically find a way to completely housebreak our dogs, it is just too damn late. Our kids are indelibly warped.