On Sunday, I went to go get in the shower and asked Turner, he’s six, to watch Ginger. I was just shutting off the water and see Ginger through the shower door walking in the bathroom dragging her leash behind her. So check out what happens next:
“Turner”
No answer
“Turner, can you come here please?”
Undecipherable distant mumbling. (Is undecipherable a word?)
“Turner, get in here right now!” By this time I am getting quickly dried off and open the bathroom door all the way and here comes Turner.
Little baby steps with pants at ankles, “I’m sorry Mommy.”
“Oh honey, were you going poo-poo?”
“Yeah Mommy, I’m sorry.”
“Oh no honey, I’m sorry. It’s okay, I will take care of Ginger.”
I felt so bad and at the same time it was one of the most precious moments with my son!
