The lass keeps a messy room.
Not for lack of attempts from the Wife to correct it either. There’s a constant push-pull battle going on with the Wife trying to get the lass to clean up her room and the lass … not cleaning up her room. I’m sure this isn’t indicative of things to come.
So in today’s installment, the Wife walked into the lass’ room and saw a bunch of clothes on the floor. Exasperated, she asked the lass why they were laying there. The lass was immediately defensive, saying “They were picked up but they fell down.”
And, apparently, that’s where they stayed. It’s just the natural disorder of things, that’s all. The clothes don’t want to be picked up and put away, they want to be laying on the floor, the lass was just acquiescing to their demands.
The Wife was, well, let’s say none to thrilled with that response. I was in another room chuckling.