So today we walked into the lounge room to find Devilboy dragging his bare bottom across the carpet in a manner not too dissimilar to the way our senile cat used to.
After pinching myself to see if I was actually conscious and this little episode not a figment of my imagination I asked what I thought a reasonable enough question.
“Why?”
“I just wanted to see what it felt like” he offered, as if it were completely normal behaviour.
“And?” we asked, bemused.
“It feels exactly like rubbing your bottom on carpet”
No shit, Sherlock!
Mummyfied 