I tried to ignore the behemoth tent in my living room. I tried to refrain myself from tearing it down prematurely to appease my neat and tidy sensibilities.
But they caught me.
And made it worse.
“Okay,” I told them, begrudgingly. “You can keep it up for now.”
“But it comes down tonight.”
And then, my child had the nerve to say to me, ‘Mom, where is the Wii Fit game? It’s not where it’s supposed to be.”
To which I replied, “Caroline, please do not lecture me on where things are ‘supposed’ to be when there is a steak knife on the floor,
and a jump rope, shoes and dirty socks in the front entry way.”