I find poop on the floor. My son shakes his head and says
"bad doggie." It looked small enough so I cleaned it up and scolded
Then I see more on the stairs going up. My son shakes his
head again. "Bad doggie." I clean up the poop again. Up three more
stairs, more poop, only now slightly larger.
I turn to my son and smile. He is laughing. "Bad doggie,"
I get to the top of the stairs and see a buffalo pile of
poop. I turn to my son and laugh.
"Bad Alex," he replies.
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