"But, Mom..."

...the eldest said, "I went to bed before everyone else and everything WAS picked up [so I shouldn't be grounded from the TV for two weeks especially since I JUST got Guitar Hero yesterday and I really don't want to get to bed at nine o'clock either]."

The Mother looked at her son and calmly replied, "Funny, there were cups sitting out yesterday that were still there this morning. I suppose they COULD have been all picked up and then taken back out and laid in the same spot by an evil fairy while you slept. I also see your shoes in the middle of the floor. I'm guessing the socks that were laying next to them that I picked up this morning were also yours. See that basket behind you? Yes...that's the one...the one that's been sitting there for two days, whose underwear is sitting right on top?"

"Mine," the boy replied sheepishly, "but how did they get down here?"

"They'd been sitting down here for a couple days since I folded them. They were knocked on the floor and kicked about, so I thought we'd re-wash them."

"Oh."

"By the way, the box your Guitar Hero was delivered in is STILL behind the sofa. That evil fairy..."

The boy became contemplative and decided that two weeks grounding was better that the three he was going to get if he kept arguing. "And to think, it all could have been avoided in twenty minutes," she informed her children. "That's how long it took me to pick it up. That would have been four minutes each. And so you know, since this is FATHER'S discipline, it will be a full two weeks. Sucks to be you, hey?"


Peace Out,

~*~*~Krystal~*~*~