The Sheepish Look

Ricky pooped all over the place again and I knew it even before I stepped out of my room to survey the mess. How did I know that? Because it's 10:20pm and instead of sleeping, Ricky suddenly trotted into my room with a sheepish look. That's right. A sheepish look. Everytime he gets into trouble, he will come into my room. It's as if he cannot stand the sight of his own poop in the living room or he's telling me I need to go clean up his mess or he wants a sayang and pretends he's forgiven before I see the mess. Urgh!!