It’s bad enough to be called to the bathroom with the ringing cry of “Daaadddy! Wipe my poo-bits!”. Seeing a naked, unwiped Alice bouncing around is even worse. I try and try to convincer her that she should remain on or at least near the toilet while she’s needing some poo-bits to get wiped, but it is to no avail. But however bad it is, it can get worse if you involve a dog. The other day, Alice is flouncing around in the downstairs bathroom, calling for me to perform one the few duties she likes with Dad more than Mom, and she’s scattering little bits of poop around. Momentarily wearied by the thought of cleaning that up after Alice, I didn’t react quickly enough when Poly came in and cleaned it up for me. Maybe Mom should look in to getting Poly a brand of dog food that Poly prefers to Alice poop. There’s an advertisement concept for you.