The Flute Lesson (or what happened after)

Yesterday while Becca was at her flute lesson Ryan and two of his friends were playing in the fun back yard. Ryan loves to hide back there while Becca works with her teacher. The boys were actually pretty quiet and having lots of fun on their own. When Becca was finished, I had her and the boys hop in the van while I paid her teacher. Becca came running in with wide eyes and frantically whispered in my ear. The conversation went something like this:

Becca: He pooped on the property!
Me: Who did what?!
Becca: (nameless friend) pooped on the property!
Me: Ummmmm. Let me go talk to him and see what happened. Maybe you misunderstood.
(to the flute teacher) Can I have some paper towels so we can clean it up? (she laughingly gave me some.)

So, I go to the van to ask the boy if he did indeed poop in the yard. And that conversation went something like this:

Me: Did you really poop in their yard?
Boy: Well, I had to go!
Me: They do have toilets in the house...you could have come inside...
Boy: I didn't have time.
Me: Do you poop in the yard at your house when you have to go?
Boy: No!
Me: Well, lets go clean it up and next time, just come in, okay?
Boy: Alright (with a good attitude)

So we look for the poop for 10 minutes, until it is too dark to see. We didn't find it. The teacher kindly said not to worry about it and we left, hoping no one else finds it the hard way! If he comes to flute lessons again, I'll make sure to have him use the facilities ahead of time.