Buns

"I don't like you at the kind of moment," Logan informed me, when I arrived at the bathroom for the post-evacuation clean up.

I had only just sprinted up the stairs, barely managing to snag his shirt collar as his naked little buns scurried around the corner and into his bedroom.

"Why?" I asked, as a matter of interest, dragging him back to the toilet.

"Because you ignored me," he said.

Ha!  You're upset because I caught you.  Two more seconds and I would have been wiping more than your fanny.  Just because you waited until I was using the vacuum in the farthest corner of the basement, to call me telepathically, doesn't mean that I was ignoring you.  (As far as you know.)  And, believe me, I wasn't about to ignore a half-naked boy in mid-wipe, attempting to escape the bathroom unnoticed.

I may not be a lot of things...but I am a boy!

- 16 September 2012