As a family with 6 boys in rural Ohio, we had so many amusing things happen I had to record them. This is the 15th in the series.
I knew it was time to inspect the kids bedroom, under the pretense of ‘redecorating’ when a big sign appeared on the door “Parents Not Allowed”. I made a half-hearted offer to voice their opinion on the decor, but Scott wanted black walls, black light posters and strobe lights and Frank wanted posters of trucks. Another argument that would never get settled, so I decided to make the decision myself with brown and orange curtains and bedspreads. The enthusiastic response was an indifferent shrug and a “mpph”.
So I put on a gas mask and entered the ‘inner sanctum’, literally shoveled out the model parts, dirty clothes and stiff pizza, in equal amounts, and that was just in the doorway. I scrubbed the sticky red stuff off the wall that was either strawberry jelly or arterial blood; the spit balls on the ceiling which wouldn’t budge, (maybe they used super glue instead or spit.) Or maybe their spit WAS super glue? I proceeded to ‘redecorate’. A few weeks later while walking by I caught a glimpse of a black light , truck posters and a strobe light along with the “Parents Not Allowed” sign. Underlined.