Thank God, it was funny this time.
It didn’t involve bodily fluids, waste or the undoing of work previously done.
But like the recent superstorm, several forces converged at once.
Joey was saying, “Good job clean up the floor,” which had us looking down and around for the mess.
We couldn’t detect anything by sight, smell or touch, anywhere. We figured he was just expressing a memory of last week.
Then it was time for his bus to come. I went to get his sweater and coat, which are usually draped over a kitchen chair – and there was just an empty chair.
Like the dummy I am, I asked him where he put his coat. “Good job clean up the floor” was his reply.
Don’t ask me why he did that. I mean, it’s obvious he was saying, “I don’t want to go out. I want to stay home and goof off.”
But his connection of the dryer and the coats? Your guess is as good as ours. He has wisdom all his own. If only he could use it for good!