Mess! (carpet shenannigans) 5:00 [5]
Mum and I are moving to Albany to live with Dadad and Molly in 3 weeks, and today mum started talking about carpet cleaners. I think she wants to get rid of all my year-old vomit stains and slightly more recent crayon decorations as well as her own "do two laps of the carpet with a blob of bike chain goober on your foot" effort.
You need to get your money's worth out of carpet cleaners though, so I took advantage of the momentary space between nappy-off and hop-in-bath and ran away.
I did a big poo on the expensive turkish rug, said "eeeeee MESS! POO!" and when mum came running I quickly trod in it and then did two laps of the lounge room. Mum, to her credit, was very calm. She put me somewhere tiled and picked up a sponge, so I said "wheeeee!" because it was a brilliant game, and ran two laps of the hallway as well.
It was a stroke of genius really, because I got to spend half an hour longer in the bath than usual and then half an hour in front of the tee-bee while mum scrubbed one million little circles of poo off the pale green carpets.
I was really proud of mum, she stayed cheerful through the whole thing. But I think that beneath the surface something was bubbling irritatedly because when I spilled my milk this afternoon she very nearly lost her cool.
I am looking forward to living with dad and molly again, and I think mum is too. apart from anything else, after dad makes me run up and down sand hills I don't have any energy left for doing poo art at bath time.