Anne: Did you poo on the kitchen floor?
Me: Not that I noticed. It's not the sort of thing that one normally lets skip out. Mince pie?
Anne: Nope it was definately poo
Me: That is very strange. No idea. Have you checked for wild animals? Also, where was it? I didn't notice anything when I went in this morning.
Anne: By the dishwasher
Me: Didn't step there this morning and can shed no further light on the mystery at this time. Although someone had put Daddy's keys outside my room, which was odd. They have the same Honda key fob, but I would expect Daddy at least to be able to tell the difference.
Anne: Meh
Two things:
- We haven't yet solved that particular mystery. Anne says it was me. I maintain that if that was the case, a bit of stray poo is the least of my problems.
- Yes, my text messages are really that long. "Skip" was a predictive text typo, though: I meant to say "slip".
