Dad reports:
Whoops. I wrecked the morning. I sent Tommy out to walk the dog and he went out barefooted (42 degrees F right now) so chose to stand on the porch. This leaves the dog our sidewalk and walking path as her choices to do her business. She has a favored spot and that is where the kids are supposed to take her.
I stepped out and reminded Tommy of this and he groused that he didn’t have any shoes on. I explained that was his choice and pointed out the pair of shoes on the deck. He complained they had “dog poop” on them and I suggested he clean them up that “they aren’t going to clean themselves.” I firmly told him to go walk the dog and he stood there without flinching. I went inside and he still stood there not even turning his head looking like a statue so I opened the door and pushed him off the porch. He proceeded to wake up the neighbors explaining to them how I hurt him and “didn’t have to do that!”