BABY DOTH IN CONCRETE - PARENTS DON'T GIVE A SHIT

Baby doth comes to work with big doth and they're having loads a fun, Dothan's teaching him how to put down the foundations, so while big doth is doing the manual work he lets baby doth go off for a play, but when he turns around baby doth is flailing knee deep in the wet concrete. doth just takes his money and says 'ah he'll be grand till tomorrow, I'll chuck him a few food scraps to keep him going till morning.' And then big doth comes home and you say 'where's doth' and he just goes 'the feckin gobshite is in the concrete I'll pick him up tomorrow' and you just go 'ah alri did you give him a couple scraps' and doth says 'yeah I just threw him a couple of dog biscuits he'll be grand', and you say 'oh okay, well poor doth. I think I'll take him to the zoo this weekend, he'll love seeing all the animals. we can visit Caseman in his cage there too!'

'Drop off some more racehorse mix too. I'll give some of it to doth in the morning, might as well be put to good use. he'll live on dog biscuits for the time being though.

'we're going out for dinner tonight - who do you think we could get to babysit doth?' and big doth says 'he doesn't need a babysitter. we'll put some wet concrete down, stick him in it, leave him a bowl of his dog biscuits beside him and he'll be perfectly safe. if someone takes him it'll just be a waste of good concrete. oh, and a waste of a son. ah well.'