Ian just walked out of the bedroom and says to Mike and I "we have doggie poo in the bedroom" and I say, "well, how'd you get doggie poo in the bedroom??" and he looks at me like I'm the epitome of stupid and says, "the dog pooped in the bedroom." Mike laughs. I laugh. Ian proceeds with, "And I have to pick it up!!" incredibly indignant, and I say, "well, why aren't Matt or Zach going to pick it up??" He looks at me the exact same way, absolutely assured that I'm slow beyond measure, and says, "because they're lazy."