Role reversal
I have a 16 year old son. And he can be messy in the extreme. On a typical day, I walk into his room and am appalled by the sheer filth of the place. I realize that it has been too long and he is going to have to clean it or the health inspector might condemn the room. So I say, “Ok it’s time to clean your room” and I know there will be a fight. I know it will be a battle. And he says “ok, wait a min.” code speak for I’m going to wait for you to leave the room and forget that you ever told me to clean it. But I stand my ground. The yelling begins and finally ends, and the room is a little better. And then a week later, my son walks into my room, looks around, finds a candy bar wrapper and starts screaming at the top of his lungs!, he was making the same faces as I do and everything. He starts walking around doing the glove test on the baseboards with this evil disgusted frown on his face. I nearly died laughing. To this day it is the funniest thing I have ever seen.
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