We're driving with all five of the spawn who care to currently reside in the pacific northwest. Top Management looks at the condition of the van, which hasn't been cleaned since our last road trip down to the great state of California. "This place is a mess. When we get out, I'd like everyone to grab some trash and bring it in."
When we get home, I watch to see how many are going to comply. To the surprise of no one but Top Management, nobody does. "We're 1-for-5, in terms of who did what their mother requested," I point out.
Excuses are rapidly proffered by everyone but the older son.
My favorite was given by The Bean, who says, in all apparent sincerity, "I was singing 'Ladybug Picnic'!"
The Rose adds, "I grabbed The Brawn."
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