This is a conversation that I just had with Bug…
I’m sitting on the couch crocheting while Bug is watching Oswald on Noggin and playing with his Batmobile. He comes running up to me and says:
Bug: Mommy! My sock! It wet!
Me: Why is your sock wet?
Bug: See? It wet. (holding up foot so I can see and feel that it is indeed wet.)
Me: (Thinking: Oh geeze…did the cat throw up some where and I didn’t see it and he stepped in it!) How did your sock get wet?
Bug: It wet, Mommy.
Me: I see it’s wet, but where did you step? How did it get wet? What did you step in?
Bug: In the kitty bowl…
Me: (laughing) Why did you step in the kitty bowl? You silly goof!
Bug: Come on Mommy! Grabbing me by the hand and pulling me toward the kitchen.
As we go into the kitchen I see water spilled near the cat bowl and the reason the water is spilled. Apparently, Batman was taking a spin in his Batmobile around the kitchen and got a little to close to the cat’s bowl, resulting in a wet sock…
Bug: Need paper towel, Mommy.
Me: Yes, we do. I’ll clean it up and then let’s go change your socks…silly boy.
I’m just glad he came to tell me that there was a spill, rather than me finding it later and probably blaming it on the dog…