I instruct my youngest son to clean his room every day. Honest. I do. Every. Day. Something happens in there. I think. As far as I can tell, it is some sort of cosmic shift of papers from one side of the room to the other. And there is this distinct odoriferous fragrance that can only be described one way: Teenage Boy.
Bedroom Befuddlement: The Marvel of Superheroes
Bedroom Befuddlement: The Marvel of…
Bedroom Befuddlement: The Marvel of Superheroes
I instruct my youngest son to clean his room every day. Honest. I do. Every. Day. Something happens in there. I think. As far as I can tell, it is some sort of cosmic shift of papers from one side of the room to the other. And there is this distinct odoriferous fragrance that can only be described one way: Teenage Boy.