[Sam and his friend are walking through the house]
Sam's friend: "Why do you have so much stuff everywhere?"
Sam: "Want to play legos?"
Sam's friend: "Is this the room your cat sleeps in?"
Sam: "I don't have a cat."
Sam's friend: "Why does it smell like cat poop, then?"
Sam: "We had a dog once. And a fish. The fish died."
Sam's friend. "Your house is really a mess."
Sam: [says nothing]
Sam's friend: "Why is your house such a mess?"
It reminded me of this one time a few years ago when we all had parasites and no one cleaned the house for two months. When I could finally stay upright for twenty minutes without fainting, I called one of those cleaning ladies in the phone book for help.
She said no. My house was too messy for her.
Grrr.
3 comments:
Hey - I saw the house with my own two eyes a few weeks ago and it was clean. You have witnesses.
LOL!! Little kids are so rude. haha.
I think it's a 5-year-old thing. I once threw an Alice in Wonderland tea party for my daughter's entire kindergarten class, at my house. Among many other insane things that I no longer do, I had made White Rabbits and March Hares out of scoops of vanilla and chocolate ice cream, coconut, and paper ears--enough of them to be covered regardless of which flavor any of the eighteen children preferred. One child brought hers up to me moments after I served it to her, saying, "I just tried this and it's just gross." I'm not bitter or anything. I just remember it like yesterday even though it has been twelve years.
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