I’ve just repainted the bathroom floor downstairs, I know we are only two days into lockdown MK2, but I just can’t stop myself from painting things. Basically if it stays still for more than five minutes, it’s getting painted.
Thank god we don’t own a dog.
So the floor’s been painted, my son comes ambling up to me and asks me if he can use it. I check it out, it’s OK, but still a bit wet at the sides of the toilet.
I tell him he can use the bathroom, but to be careful of the aforementioned sides.
‘Oh you can trust me’ he replies ‘I don’t go on the sides of the toilet, I just pee on them’.
So, in case anyone is wondering why I repainted the floor, there’s your answer…
Mr Mum: The 'joy' of a stay-at-home dad 
Your remark about the dog reminded me of a story I read about the utterly dippy things people do – in this case a woman who is worried about space aliens, or something. She had called a government agency to ask/complain about some weird business, and then told the fellow who answered the phone to “hurry, because I have to go rewrap the dog”.
That line has become a byword chez Rice Paddy.
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Oh dear – just when you think people can’t get any stranger!
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