Picture me, if you will, yelling from the bathroom:
“Brian, why do you leave wet towels on the floor when there is a rack right in front of you and why do you leave dirty clothes on the floor when there is a hamper right next to them?!”
A cute, boy-head peaks itself around the corner of the bathroom, looks in on me and displays a coy grin:
“Mom … I’m a guy. We’re complex.”
Until next time –
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