Is it Bruce Almighty when the dog is trained to use the toilet? I forget. It is kind of a dream come true for those who have scooped a little poop. Let me say that I believe I have something so wonderful that it may be a rung or two higher than a potty trained dog on the ladder of life's experience. Perhaps that is not the right title for this ladder. The Ladder of Nasty Freaking Jobs that Nobody Really Wants to Do, Ever! Yep, that should do it.
This morning after I got showered I called the boys up to get ready for church. As Jack entered my room he mentioned that he had thrown up during the night and was feeling much better. Being woken up by a child that is sick and puking is one of my least favorite things especially when that child sleeps on the top bunk. Jack however, makes midnight puking a pleasure. Upon hearing his announcement I asked if he got it in his bowl and he simply declared that he had. End of story. Simply Wonderful. Well, not end of story. Tonight when Jack was getting in bed he summoned me to fetch his bowl. Apparently I have a bit of training left to do.
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