A conversation between a mother and a teenage boy.

“Mom, why is there a pile of dirty laundry on my bed” – Tall Boy.

“It is not dirty, it’s clean.” – Mom.

“Oh. But it’s not folded” -Tall Boy.

“No it’s not. The housekeeper is tired of folding clothes that get shoved in a drawer, only to get wrinkled.” – Mom.

“What? We don’t have a housekeeper”- Tall Boy.

“You’re looking at her” – Mom