So, we're getting ready to go on vacation. I hired 13-year-old neighbor boy to keep an eye on the home front, bring in the mail, make sure the guinea pigs don't go belly up (not that there would be anything wrong with that).
I'm running through the small list of what I'd like him to do, and this sweet, well-behaved kid is looking around the family room as I'm talking. Strewn from one end of the couch to the other — a pair of size 12 sneakers, pink and white socks, a backpack, a painted hat (that is most likely still wet and getting yellow, purple and red on the leather upholstery), a drawing of assorted Star Wars characters and some sand. Actually, a fair amount of sand. Across the room on the floor is a Hot Wheels blimp (I don't know why they made a blimp) and a small, purple dinosaur. Dog hair from our dear departed Aussie who's been gone a year clings to the bottom of the couch.
"Yeah," says neighbor boy, "and maybe I can even clean up for you."
Ahhh, when a teenage boy acknowledges your house is messy, there's just no hope.
*Well, at the very least, a tale from the Bad Housekeeper file.
2 comments:
This post made me laugh so hard, I almost choked on my iced tea.
Whatever you do, don't send that boy to my house!!!
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