One Saturday Morning

02-26-00

Fleck: (to Julia) Dad's cleaning the poop box! Dad's cleaning the poop box!

Julia: Get out of my face, bitch. I have to go cough up a hairball.

Fleck: Dad! I want to help! Let me help! Dad!

John: Fleck, I can't clean it until you get out of it. Fleck! Get out!

Fleck: (racing around the house) Dad's cleaning the poop box!

Julia: haaawk! haawk! haaaww-aack!

Betsy: You know he's just going to get right back in when you're done, right?

John: Shut up. Just a second, Fleck.

Fleck: I'm using it first! I'm using it first!

John: Fleck, wait. Wait! Dammit, I didn't put the baking soda in it yet. Dumbass.

Fleck: Aaaahhhh!

John: Finished? (sprinkles baking soda on the newly-soiled litter and stirs it around.)

Fleck: Dad! You messed up my tracks! Dad!

John: See, Fleck, I'm putting your tracks right back in. I'm drawing them right now.

Fleck. But...but...Dad....they're your tracks now.