Conversation Turns Competitive

Conversation today took a competitive turn. My daughter we saying she should clean something. I talked her out of it, she only has so many hours off a week. Why do something you don’t want to do? She tells me that she has a mess on the floor that has been there for hours. I tell her about my paint brushes I spilled on my art studio floor. I walked over them and broke them so I ordered more. How long have they been there? She asks. Three, maybe six months. I have candy bar wrappers under my bed, she confides. We have canned goods under the bed dated 1997, I tell her. I spilled pop on the carpet and left it there a week ago, she says. Competition in flat out full mode now. I have a family of raccoons living in my car. By now we are laughing, getting some fun out of it. The exterminators came In here last week and said “OOOHHHHH!” She tells me. Our mice are running up with garbage, asking that we please use the trash cans, I reply. Thanks Mom, she says. “I guess I do not have to clean yet.”