NJ ran over to get me to point out Dotty's accident. I didn't have the heart to tell him it's because she's mad at him. (She used to do this as a puppy, poop at the door we left from to tell us she was unhappy). She did her duty right under his table. I went to clean it up and he says, "Dotty! You suppose to poop outside! That's gross, Dotty! Oh my gosh it stinks!"
Later I hear him from the kitchen yelling: "Mama, there's a ant! It was on my hand and got it but it went away! Oh my gosh, like, it scared me!"
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