scenes from a thursday morning

boy: getting ready for school
beachlass:  Btw, why is there a towel lying on the living room floor?
boy:  That's where the dog threw up yesterday*. The towel is covering the barf.
beachlass:  o_O
beachlass:  ...
beachlass:  So, I'm going to punch you when you come downstairs. Or possibly set you on fire with my eyes.
boy:  Dog, go get Mom!
beachlass:  You know you're cleaning that up.
boy:  But I'll be late for school.
beachlass:  It's an experiential learning... experience.
boy:  grumbling
boy:  cleaning
boy: I'm leaving for school, and I'm going to be late now.
beachlass:  I love you!



* I should have known, really, considering that he called my cell phone while I was out with a grieving family to tell me the dog had thrown up and ask when I'd be home.