Yeah, I don't think so either.
Well, it turns out that Tiny Dan has been leaving me little presents behind my living room curtain, his own version of Pebbly Poo. Literally. Really? Grrrrr.
I know, how can I be mad at a face like this? He is giving me that look that says, "It wasn't me! It was my big brother!" Nice try, Tiny Dan, but your big brother, Baby Jude, would be leaving larger, um, presents. And he uses the litter box.
So now he just mocks me, sticking out his tongue and letting me know that he does not really care that I am upset at the surprise discovery.
Honestly, Merideth, do you think you could teach your children to have better manners?
I think it's time for them to get their own place.