The Kid: "Think I sprained my ankle further by sleeping wrong"
Me: "What the fuck were you doing in your sleep, running?"
The Kid: "No, just twisted or something"
Me: "There's an ankle brace that you left on top of your dresser three years ago. Try it."
The Kid: " .... not on top of dresser"
Me: "Sock drawer under all the single socks?"
The Kid: "... nope"
Me: "Maybe under those manga books I asked you to put on your shelf back in April?"
The Kid: "IT'S NOT THERE"
Me: "How about the drawers in the bathroom?"
The Kid: "No"
Me: "Buried in the recesses under your bed?"
The Kid: "Really?"
Me: "Whatever. Just limp, then. I can't help you if you don't clean your room. Also, once you clean up your shit in the basement like I told you to yesterday, I'll tell you where I hid the PlayStation controller this morning."
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