Tough Decisions

Quin, a little boy from down the street, was over playing in the front yard with the gaggle of neighborhood kids that always gather at our house when the girls are here and available.

At one point (probably intending to solicit fruit snacks), he came inside, looked around, and asked: “Why do you all live in such a messy house?”

He is young, and unaware of social conventions, so I decided to let him live.

But he didn’t get any fruit snacks.

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