A little bird poo never hurt anyone

Sedona played outside for hours yesterday and it wasn't until a friend asked what was in her hair that we discovered the poo. She continued playing, planning to deal with it after dark, squeezing every last drop of sunlight out of the day.

And so the sun went down, and dinner needed to go on the table. Sedona asked to help and I replied, "No, you need to go get in the shower. You have bird poo in your hair."

She filed obediently out of the kitchen, presumably to get in the shower.

She returned just a moment later wearing a hat and simply stated that "now no poo will fall in the food. Can I help?"



How could I say no?