I got in trouble today

Dad had gone down for a nap. I hate to admit it, but a piece of me was kind of excited. I had got a latte on the way home, the kids were at school, hubby is at work and Dad was going to sleep. I drank my coffee, watched the birds through the kitchen window. Peace. Luxury. Quiet. Rest. Talk about recharging your batteries.

Before I was halfway done with the coffee, you knew something had to be coming, Dad comes down the hall.
"Hello. Who's home!"
"Just me Dad"

He comes around the corner and sits down next to me. I smile, looking forward to a wonderful father/daughter moment...........

And he says
"I really don't like it when someone craps in my toilet."

I just about spit out the coffee. My eyes are huge and I say "WHAT!"

He explains (with full self righteous indignation) that he does NOT appreciate someone using his bathroom and leaving it full of crap (his word here) and not flushing it. It is disrespectful, and on and on, and on. Knowing that he and I are the ONLY ones home (and frankly you could not pay the kids to step foot in his bathroom, ick factor and all that) I KNOW who did it, but cannot say.

"Ah, excuse me Dad, but the mannerless wonder, would be YOU."

So I apologized for my bad manners, my disrespect and my lack of breeding. I explained that obviously my parents did not raise me well and I would try harder in the future. He actually "harrumphed" me and stalked out muttering to himself.