My 11 year old brought home a pound of sand in his shoes, a fact I only discovered the next morning when said sand thinly covered the contents of his room. I was busy vacuuming the grit when he walked in after his morning ablutions.
“Go ahead, make your bed,” I advised.
He paused, watching me run the vacuum back and forth.
“You’re asking me to make the bed when you messed it up?”
I was dumbfounded.
“You’ve been sleeping there. How did I mess it up?”
He thought for a minute.
“You must have when you were cleaning all the sand off the sheets.”
Wah, kya logic hai!
My glare was enough to make him shut up and get to it but, by god, I miss corporal punishment.