As a Dad of two boys there are a lot of things you've got to teach them. How to throw a ball, catch it, and hit it. You always say "Yes Ma'am" and open doors for women and look people in the eye when they talk to you. The list goes on and on.
Yet on one crucial issue I'm apparently a miserable failure.
Lifting the freaking toilet seat when you pee.
Trot lifts it half the time but Rakes just can't keep to grasp the concept of lifting something up and then putting it back down when you're done.
In fact, I don't have a clue what he's doing in there; most of the time there is more left on the seat than there is in the toilet and it makes me wonder if he's doing jumping jacks at the same time he's emptying his bladder.
I can honestly say I've spent more time talking to them about this than breathing, yet they can't seem to get such a simple task committed to memory.
If it weren't for two women living in the house I'd have taken all the seats off the three toilets a long time ago and just put in a trough.
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