While preparing for a family outing, my 7-year-old son was picking his scooter up off the driveway to place in the back of our van when he suddenly dropped it back on the ground. "YUCK!!" he yelled, "Stupid goose POOPED on it!" He shows me the palm of his hand that touched the goop -- then proceeds to wipe his hand down the front of his shirt!!!
"NOOO!!" I yelled at him "Don't wipe it on your shirt! Wipe it in the grass, wash it in the hose, find a paper towel! You're too old to be using your clothes as napkins or tissues any more! Gooood grief!"
Moments later Mister comes out, and I tell him what HIS son did, and tell him to have a talk with this child who shares both his genes and his chromosone pattern. I overheard him scolding the boy: "Son, when you get duck poop on your hand, don't wipe it on your clothes! That's gross! Now you have to go change your shirt!"
"Da-A-add!" he replies, stretching the name into three syllables, "it was GOOSE poop!"
I can see this boy is well on his way to thinking like a teenager, and some day will be able to reason like a Man...
"NOOO!!" I yelled at him "Don't wipe it on your shirt! Wipe it in the grass, wash it in the hose, find a paper towel! You're too old to be using your clothes as napkins or tissues any more! Gooood grief!"
Moments later Mister comes out, and I tell him what HIS son did, and tell him to have a talk with this child who shares both his genes and his chromosone pattern. I overheard him scolding the boy: "Son, when you get duck poop on your hand, don't wipe it on your clothes! That's gross! Now you have to go change your shirt!"
"Da-A-add!" he replies, stretching the name into three syllables, "it was GOOSE poop!"
I can see this boy is well on his way to thinking like a teenager, and some day will be able to reason like a Man...
