Last night Middle Sister and Little Brother settled down to watch a movie with Daddy. They all had drinks and popcorn.
When I peeked into the family room earlier I didn’t see any cups or popcorn bowls, so I thought how nice it was that they had remembered to clean up after their snack.
Then I carried a load of laundry to the basement, where I found, ON TOP OF THE DRYER, the empty popcorn bowl, and Little Brother’s cup.
I’m not sure who I should ask about this–or whether I really want to hear the answer.