Ian just brought me a block.
“We need to wash it.”
I said “We need to wash it? Why? What’s on it?”
“Poop.” He said.
“POOP?” I’m picturing something unspeakable going on five feet to my right as I was paying bills.
“No.” Ian said. “It’s just throw up.”
At this point I put aside all of the bills and the laptop to jump up and wash the block. The cats have been having a rough day.
It wasn’t vomit OR poop. (My best guess would be banana.) I have no idea where he came up with that. I know he really likes washing things in the sink and it certainly got my attention.
Maybe it is time to teach him how to do dishes. You know, just the plastic stuff. If I wasn’t afraid to let him be alone in the kitchen it could really cut back on my workload.