Last night's conversation between me and Bearhug:
BH: Hey, Mom, you know what? yesterday I found a cockroach in our bafroom.
me: (gag) Uh... is it still there?
BH: (with a proud grin) No! I squished it.
me: Oh, good... did you flush it?
BH: (perplexed expression, apparently he hadn't thought of that) uh... no...
me: (thinking uh-oh but remaining calm) what did you do with it then?
BH: (sheepish grin) well... I squished it wif toilet paper...
(so far, so good, right?)
BH continued: and den... I wrappeditupinasock... and putitinthebasket.
(key elements spoken quickly as if he's hoping I won't actually hear those parts; the basket he's referring to is the laundry basket)
me: are you kidding me?! you did not! (hoping against hope that he's joking)
He nodded emphatically.
me: you wrapped up a dead cockroach in a sock and put it in the laundry?!
More nods, from both Bearhug and Cuddlebug. Apparently Cuddlebug was an accomplice.
me: (still trying to wrap my head around not only a cockroach in the house but now, its corpse mixed in with our clothes in the laundry. eeewwwwww!!) uh... I'm proud of you for squishing it on your own. But next time? just flush it, ok?
BH: (cheerfully) ok!
And he and Cuddlebug went back to playing. No, I didn't go look! Figured I'd get dh to do that...
So when dh came home I told him and he reacted about like I did. I asked him if he'd already done the laundry. Affirmative. Yuck. Too late.
I later asked Bearhug how he could be so sure it was a cockroach and not some other type of bug. We sometimes see spiders or other miscellaneous bugs in the summer but not much this time of year and I don't remember ever seeing a cockroach. Gross.
I did NOT ask him whose sock he used for the dirty deed. I don't want to know :/.
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