Yesterday Cody had his friend Debbie over to hang out (at 12 years of age, I assume the term “play date” is no longer applicable. I am fine with this, not ever really liking that term anyway). They had plans for Minecraft followed by some swimming, followed by more Minecraft.
Before Debbie came over, I did the usual ack-people-are-coming-over panic cleaning. Clutter was removed from counters, the floor in the boys’ room was unearthed, and the vacuum was wildly driven around the house.
As I walked down the hall to put something away, I met Carter who was going the other direction. We passed each other near the entrance to their bathroom, which also moonlights as the guest bathroom.
me: Carter, how is the toilet paper situation in your bathroom?
carter: Without breaking stride and sounding taken aback by my question – I don’t know. I don’t use it.
me: You don’t use it?!?
carter: Well, barely ever, he muttered as he rounded the corner and disappeared from view.
Shoes On The Wrong Feet 
I think it’s time for him to wash his own laundry. 😉
Indeed!
We had a similar convo in our hallway this week about lying and mom consulting the hamper for evidence. This stuff seems to happen with kids raised in the Pacific NW, transplanting them is of little avail, in my experience. But hey, they have better outdoorsman skills than most!
Ahhahaha! So you blame the PNW – I like it.
Haha!
Glad it gave you a chuckle.
Yes, I found it rather funny too!