The other night, W~ was coloring at the table by himself. I decided to use the opportunity to work on colors with him.
“OK, W, can you hand me a black crayon? Very good! Now, get me a red crayon…”
Later on, with the whole family in the same room, N~ noticed that one of our brain damaged shi tzus was eating a crayon that had been left on the floor. Being a considerate boy, he informed Sean of the situation.
“So boys, what color is Thunder going to poop tomorrow?”
And that, my friends, is the difference between Moms and Dads.