"What's that on your shirt?"
"Oliver?"
"Yeah?"
"What's that on your shirt?"
"Where?"
"There. Is that..."
"I'm not sure. It could be."
"How can you not know what that is? How did it get on your shirt?"
"Tommy."
"Well then it's definitely…"
"He was running around without a diaper…"
"Again?"
"Mmmhmm, and he kinda found your stash of chocolate…"
"NO!"
"Yes. He sorta ate most of it."
"Define most of it."
"All of it?"
"Oliver! You were supposed to be watching him!"
"I was. But I got distracted for a few minutes."
"Let me guess, distracted by the game."
"..."
"Go on…"
"I gave him a bath and cleaned him up but it looks like he might have gotten into the closet and…"
"Oh my god! Please don't tell me he ruined my clothes."
"Ok, I won't."
"OLIVER!"
"Please tell me he didn't…"
"He may have pooped in there too, which is why I don't know if this stain is chocolate or poop."
"You had one job, Oliver. ONE JOB! To look after your son for an hour."
"..."
"So where's Tommy now?"
"He was bouncing off the walls..."
"Well what did you expect after he ate all that chocolate…"
"So I asked Thea to take him out to the park…"
"While you stayed at home to watch the game."
"She was more than happy to spend some time with him."
"I'm going upstairs to see what I can salvage from the closet before Thea brings Tommy back."
"Do you need me to…"
"..."
"I'll come upstairs and help you."
"It's not as bad as I expec…"
"What's wrong, hon?"
"Oh god, is that melted chocolate or poop in my favorite shoes?"
