Jacob: I have to go poop.
Mom: Please do.
(Rustling in my bathroom a few minutes later...)
Mom: Jacob?
Jacob: Yeah?
Mom: Why are you in my bathroom?
(Head pokes around corner of bathroom wall.)
Jacob: (As if this should be obvious) Well, because I sprayed water on the floor in my bathroom.
Mom: Oh.
(Sure enough, there is a large puddle on the bathroom floor. I am hoping that it is water. I mop it up with a towel, spray the floor with Mr. Clean, and turn on the steam mop.)
(Jacob emerges from bathroom, naked from the waist down and holding his underpants.)
Mom: Why aren't you wearing your underpants?
Jacob: Well...
Mom: And why did you spray water all over the bathroom floor?
Jacob: (Again, as if this should have been obvious) Because I went in there and I saw poop in the toilet. Bean left it there.
Mom: But how did the water get on the floor?
Jacob: I just told you.
Mom: Is this one of those flushing things? Is the toilet broken?
Jacob: (Sighs loudly) Mom, no.
Mom: So why did you get water all over the floor?
Jacob: Because I went in there and there was poop---
Mom: (interrupting) Never mind. Why aren't you wearing the undies?
Jacob: I got poop in them.
Mom: Did you get poop anywhere else?
Jacob: In the toilet.
Mom: Ok. Please go put them in the dirty laundry, get some new ones, and go wash your hands.
(A few minutes pass and Jacob goes into his bathroom to wash his hands. Reappears a moment later.)
Jacob: Mom, I can't wash my hands in there.
Mom: Why not?
Jacob: The floor is all wet!
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