Sanibel Island?

We are on our way to Florida in a few days. We are staying with my in-laws. This will be the first meeting between them and Little Z. The original plan was to stay at their condo on Sanibel Island. Things have changed. They sold the condo and are renting a place in Ft. Meyers until they can find a house. I believe they were hoping to have a new place on Sanibel before we arrived. Such is life. I'm just looking forward to doing nothing. I've been so busy at work I've been bringing it home with me which really goes against my core values.

The Kid loves to "help." She even loves to help me scoop up our dogs shit. I'm glad of this. I'm glad she's not grossed out. I'd love it if this became her job. However right now she just doesn't have the physical control to do this job with out possibly making a huge mess, this doesn't stop her from trying. The other day I had to battle her for control of the pooper scooper shovel. "Get your finger off!", "I can do it!", "Don't worry!" These were some of the statements she made as I wrestled to control the flying poop. As she and I struggled she kept grabbing the shovel at lower and lower points to try and gain more control. It seemed she was inches from the ground and the offending dog poop, gross. She was having trouble and wanted so badly to complete the job, she looked up at me and said "Maybe you have to cut it?" She raised the shovel and prepared to cut the shit. At this point I had to end it, I had to take over. I hate picking up after the dogs. How long do I have before The Kid thinks it is gross, I'm guessing that will happen before she's old enough to do it as a job. It seems it is maybe my unfortunate fate to always have this task.