Wake up at 4am to get ready for work.
Oz, as usual is the only one to come downstairs with me.
He doesn't ask to be let out like he typically does, he just stands there watching me prep breakfast. So I figure alright you can wait for me to work on breakfast.
I turn my back to take my toast out....and he goes and craps all over the floor in the carpeted hallway! GRRRRR
WTF Oz?!?! 10 years old and you STILL can't manage to at the very least do it on the tile?
4am is NOT the time for this
And of course, the other 3 are still snuggled in bed
ETA - He is...or was....housetrained