Retrace Your Steps

"Dad, at Joyce's house I stepped in dog poop."

Logan stood in the bathroom preparing for his bath.

"You did?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Did Joyce help you clean it off your shoe?" I asked.

"No.  It was on my sock," he said, giving them a close examination.

Oh?  Which socks would those be?  Would they be the ones you've been running around the house in all evening?   The ones you were wearing while you were playing on your bed and dancing on the living room furniture and standing in a basket of clean laundry?  Are those the socks we're talking about?

"Dad, if you wash them they will be clean," he told me as he dashed off to the hamper.

Well, thanks for the tip and hooray for the socks!  Meanwhile, just don't sit on the couch.

- 29 November 2012