Hubby and I are lying in bed reading. All of the sudden we hear the noise. The gagging, vomiting of Boston (cat) who previously just finished scarfing down his dry food. (I think he might be bulimic.) We stare at each other in disgust for a moment until I remember the GOLDEN RULE!
Me (proclaiming vehemently): NOT IT!
Hubby: What?! Why do I have to do it? I made lunches*!
Me: You know the rules! Whoever cries “not it” first doesn’t have to do it.
Me, Patches and Boston all stare while he (gaggingly) cleans it up.
Hubby: Enjoy the show?
And this, my friends, is why we should not ever have children! Because maturity was never one of my strong suits! J But, clearly, calling NOT IT is in the marriage rulebook—section, how to get out of gross things, right?
*Note: Lunches is a most hated task in our household, which whomever has the task can hold over the other in anticipation of getting out of any other hated task, however calling “NOT IT” trumps all—kinda like having a WILD card when playing UNO!