I just came home from work and my son was plonked on the couch playing Xb0x games.
It is stinking hot at the moment. 43 Celsius. So I cannot expect him to do much more.
Anyway, when I came home I made him some snacks etc. Made myself something to eat and jumped on the internet. My husband had gone out to visit his dad.
So, after an hour or so my son jumps up from the couch to go into the office and play on the computer. On the way he stops at the dining table and points to something on the floor.
"Oh, mum, by the way, that's poo there", he says casually as though it is a natural everyday event to see CRAP on the floor.
"What? Whose?" I ask looking at where he pointed. Sure enough, there under a chair is a strange blob of something stinky.
"I dunno. Probably Angus's. Maybe it fell of from under his tail", he replies (Angus being the dog).
"So, pick it up with some toilet paper and flush it down the toilet", I told him.
"Eeeewww, no way. It's disgusting", he says whilst at the same time doing some sort of violent dance of disgust. Like I had asked him to eat it or something.
"Since when has picking up dog poo become my role in the household? You saw it, you pick it up. How long has it been there?" I demanded to know.
"Er, I dunno. I just saw it", he says. I know he is telling me a lie here because of the way he casually pointed out the turd on the way to the office. Like it had been there ALL DAY LONG waiting for me to come home and pick it up.
"Pick it up now", I tell him.
Which he does. I think he thought it was some sort of nitrate based material the way he handled it. In case it might blow up in his face.
He has now admitted he saw it there two hours ago. Or more.
Why didn't he ask my husband to pick it up? Why wait until I get home?
Truly, I need to stop doing so much for my son.
I really don't know what to add to this post.
Except to say that I did think my son had farted rather horribly when I got home.
It seems that I was wrong.
It really was the dog!