I know what you did.

Little Filthy just indulged himself again. I did not see it happen. Suffice to say that there was circumstantial evidence, all of which pointed to the inevitable conclusion that my home is guarded by a fecalphiliac. I’ll have to sit down and talk to the boy.

In most other respects, he’s a good kid. With the above noted exception, of course… along with his unwavering addiction to the bathroom trash can which holds such temptations as used kleenex. He once escaped the bathroom undiscovered after raiding the trashcan. I would not have known but for the pantyliner stuck to his foot.  This was not the first time and is entirely likely not to be the last. He was punished. He didn’t care. He’s a junkie and junkies don’t care what it takes to get their next hit.

Wait until your mother gets home, Little Filthy.