This conversation happened about an hour ago.
Amos: I stepped in dog poo today. It went through my toes.
Me: …You were in bare feet?
Amos: Yeah. Then it happened again. A bunch of times. (sad face)
Me: Why were you in bare feet cleaning up dog poo? Why didn’t you put shoes on AFTER STEPPING IN POOP?
Amos: It’s easier to clean poo off feet than get it out of the bottoms of shoes.
Me: Have you at least, um, had a shower?
Amos: Yeah. Well, I cleaned my feet in the sink.
Amos: I used laundry powder.
Amos: Because it was the only thing I could reach. My feet were already in the sink.
Me: You are not a great forward-planner.
Amos: No. (sad face)