Today I am babysitting my lil bro Mark. Mark can be a bit quirky. Some of those quirks include enjoying cleaning...especially vacuuming or VacAVOOOming as he pronounces it. Another quirk? He rearranges furniture in his spare time.
I am feeding the baby and sippin coffee and what not and I'm all "ohhh heeeey, Mark! Whatcha doin????"
and from the stairwell I get a "Nutin Sissa....just playing all by myself"
20 minutes later "The summer of '69" is blaring for it's 7th time in a row and I decide I should take a look see.
I find this:
That my dear friends, is my brothers box spring and mattress in the middle of my father's living room.
Who does that?
The kid dragged his entire bed into the living room and then neatly made it.
Then a few hours later when I made him put it back he acted like it was waaayyy too heavy.
It takes all kinds!