Yesterday evening The Trio was playing in the backyard on the swingset, precariously close to a huge pile of dog crap. I suggested to C that he get a shovel from the garage and move the pile across the yard from where they were playing. He did and then this morning I noticed the shovel laying in the middle of the yard. I reminded him of the shovel and told him to put it back in the garage. He responded, "Who would want to steal a shovel with dog poop on it?"
Again, difficult to argue with the logic.