As I was making dinner tonight, Ford enters the house after playing outside for a while.
“I pee in Chaucey’s bowl,” he says.
“What?” I gasped. “You peed, WHERE?” I couldn’t have heard him right. He did NOT pee in the cat’s bowl.
“Chaucey’s bowl. Come see.” So we went outside and sure enough, there was a clear, yellowish liquid in one side of Chauncey’s bowl. He was so proud of himself for taking care of “business” all on his own outside. I couldn’t scold him, plus, it was kind of funny.
I told him, “Don’t do that again.”
“Why?” he asked.
“It’s gross. Now Chauncey won’t want to eat there.” I said.
“Uh huh,” he argues. “See, she can still eat on this side!” he says, pointing to the other empty bowl. How could I argue with a two-year-old?
What a smart little guy, it’s like he new what he was doing all along! Hilarious!
That is so funny! Good reasoning skills there, too!