Boys Will Be Boys

My funny little Theo is all boy. There is nothing he loves more than being outside and getting filthy. Today after he and granddad spent some quality time in the "big woods" he wanted to play by himself in the backyard. For those of you who don't know, my parents used to own a large nursery and landscaping business on our back property. Most of the evidence of this is now gone, but the buildings are still there, and the first building, which used to be the store, is now a group home for cats. Not necessarily friendly cats, mind you. They won't come to anyone but my mom. Except for maybe Scaredy cat, who was wrongly named. She's the least Scaredy of them all. Okay, anyway, Theo was out back playing and spent the first amount of time jumping in puddles. Then later we couldn't find him. My dad started calling for him and out he came from the kitty cat house. This building is FILTHY! So when he came running up to the house I was grossed out and had already planned to immediately throw his snow pants and coat in the washer. When he came in, while I was getting his coat and pants off I asked him what he was doing out there. He told me that he was cleaning their litter boxes! I think I threw up a bit in my throat! GROSS!!! I said, "Oh Theo, please don't touch their litter boxes again - that stuff can make you sick." Then I noticed cat poop on his boots and pants! I stripped him down and threw everything in the washer and told him to wash up. You know what he said? He wanted to make that building into a church and didn't think there should be cat poop in a church! I said, who's going to be the pastor of the kitty cat church, Harlequin? (A cat from the home.) And he said, "Oh no, mom. It will be a real church. That way we could go there whenever we wanted. And people could come to our building to worship God!" How could you argue with that?