The days of having a teenager who acts like a teenager have started. Fred's shower ran long yesterday morning, so I went upstairs to knock on his bathroom door and tell him to hurry it up. However, while the shower had been running for 20 minutes, the door to the bathroom was open, and the no one was in there.
???
As I said, "Fred, where are you???"
A moan sounded from the mound under the covers. The stinker had turned on the shower and climbed back into bed.
That is way more resourceful than the way I used to just hang my foot over the side of the bed and stomp the floor to try and fool my parents into thinking I was out of bed. :)
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