Oddly enough, and I supposed I should be grateful for this fact, within a few minutes Joey had me completely distracted. I even forgot that I was supposed to be upset about being left behind. He politely took my hand, led me to the table and began telling me about the wild goose that got into their house the day after we had left.
“We chased it all over the house and it just kept pooping everywhere! I never thought so much poop could come out of one goose!” Joey laughed and snorted.
“How did you catch it then?” I asked.
“Well that is the gross part.” Joey said, lowering his voice a bit. “It was about to fly into Mom’s room and when she tried to close the door before it could get in there, she accidentally chopped off its head with the door.”
“Oh sick!” I said covering my mouth.
“Yeah, the poop was gross, but the blood was so much grosser!” Joey was rocking back and forth in his chair laughing.