Crappy Crime Scene

It's been two years and this kind of work doesn't get any easier, I think to myself as I pull the first plastic glove over my left hand. I slip the other glove on my right hand and take a glance at my partner. She is a step ahead of me and has already secured the medical mask over her face. I put on my own mask and grab the camera. As I walk past the quarantined perpetrator I give him my best mean stare, he smiles back.

"Where do we begin?" I ask.

"Let's get a shot of this handprint over here," she says pointing at the far wall. "And then make sure you get this trail going towards the door."

While I snap the photos I contemplate on how these pictures will be used in the future. I can't help but to smile a little under my mask. Now that the evidence is forever preserved, the cleanup can begin. A bleach solution for the walls, carpet cleaner, lots of paper towels, and trash bag that will be promptly taken to the local dump.

I finish up and walk over to the creator of this mess. "Anything to say for yourself?" I ask him.

"I painted on wall," he replies looking down and away from me.

My wife walks comes up beside me. "And what did you paint with?" she asks.

Our son looks up at us as a delightful grin spreads across his face.

"Poopy!"

Just another day in the life of a parent.