(note: Today - Sept 19th - is national "Talk like a pirate day". You have been warned.)
So the other day, C (the 6-year-old male, remember that. The 6 year old bit. It's important later on.) Anyway C is cleaning/tidying the bathroom. Which is his usual chore.
It bein' a Saturday and all, he was also instructed to sweep and "wet swiffer" (aka mop) it.
So out comes the broom and he sidles in there. Shortly afterwords he calls "done dad, ready for inspection!"
I come in and, lo and behold, it looks swept.
"Great!" says I, "you've swabbed the head most proper. You're released to shore leave."
He makes to walk off. "Avast and ahoy me son!" I suddenly cry. "Where be the dustpan?!"
(for I notice'es he's twirrlin the broom like god's own walkin' stick dontcha know..)
"it's out in the garage..."
At this point, me nose begins to twitch.
"So..." I put it to him slowly, "where be the grub and dirt ye swabbed..?"
(can you see it coming?)
Caleb slowly...slowly...points to...
the heating register.
Oh. My.
"So you just lifted it out and swept the dirt in there...?"
"Uh-huh".
I can tell the ... inappropriate destination that this is, is suddenly dawning in his 6 year old male brain.
"And how _long_ have you been doing this for...?"
"A couple weeks..."
We got it straightened out. He mucked out the bilge with the vacuum. And was sternly told to use the dustpan from here on out, or risk keel hauling.