There are moments, okay, hours, if not weeks, when I wonder if L wasn’t switched at birth.
M: “Did you make your bed?”
M: “Brush your teeth?”
M: “Sing Rihanna’s new song really loudly without knowing any of the words?”
That last one makes me wonder. Because the order in which I would do my chores would definitely start with singing. And, if I ever made my bed when I was a kid, it bore no resemblance to this tidy bit of work.
(Are the stripes of the blankets actually ALIGNING?!)