As parents I mean.
I hear some shuffling around in the kitchen. I yell…what are you doing in there? I expect that she is getting a glass for drinking cause I know damn well she isn’t putting away my clean dishes.
“I’m just doing something!” yells back.
Oooooookkkkkkk. She is generally pretty good so I figured I’ll wait it out. Chances are I wont find her throwing knives or skinning the cat.
She then calls me in to come see her handiwork.
I walk into the kitchen. Nothing appears to be out of place. She tells me to open up the cupboard.
This is what I find:
She has taken all the adult gasses and put them on the middle shelf and all her glasses and added them on the bottom shelf. You know, for her personal convenience cause clearly she is the only one that counts.
I might as well move out.