My nephew (like all children) is fascinated by things most adults find totally uninteresting. However, this morning's experience rather takes the biscuit.
Since accompanying my Mum on a dog walk and telling our Norfolk terrier/ Jack Russell cross off for doing his business on the floor for Grandma to pick up rather than on a potty like a good boy, Leo has developed a penchant for poo.
It doesn't matter where you are, if he sees it, he shows you but this morning has to have been the most surreal. He climbed up to look for it out of the window then sang a little song I can only assume he made up himself, which consisted of the repetition of the following sentence "Doggy pooooo! High in the sky, Doggy pooo! Up the sky!"
I can't wait till he's old enough to understand the question 'What on earth goes on in your head, boy?'
Since accompanying my Mum on a dog walk and telling our Norfolk terrier/ Jack Russell cross off for doing his business on the floor for Grandma to pick up rather than on a potty like a good boy, Leo has developed a penchant for poo.
It doesn't matter where you are, if he sees it, he shows you but this morning has to have been the most surreal. He climbed up to look for it out of the window then sang a little song I can only assume he made up himself, which consisted of the repetition of the following sentence "Doggy pooooo! High in the sky, Doggy pooo! Up the sky!"
I can't wait till he's old enough to understand the question 'What on earth goes on in your head, boy?'
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