I know there are people who feel the way that Calvin does, and I understand why, I really do.
If you’re someone who has ever been covered in multiple byproducts of children, pets, spouses, self, etc., while attempting to clean up, improve, repair, wash, etc., said problem, children, spouse, pet, self and were probably in your underwear and a t-shirt at the time…
…then you totally understand how I felt when, on Friday, the Boy came in the house bleeding from wrecking one of his *rocket-propelled vehicles in the street, friend and friend’s muddy shoes in tow, right as I was about to heed a rather urgent run-not-walk call to the restroom and damn near tripped over the dog when she stopped in my path to begin that oh-so-special doggy ballet of “I think I’ll just barf right HERE.”
(*rocket? = Boy.)