The Man Cave

My daughter loves to watch television in her brother's room. I don't know why this is because she has a beautiful bedroom, complete with her own tv set and cable. But he doesn't mind so I guess it's okay.

The real reason I don't understand this is because it's hard to find his television amid the mess. We know it's there somewhere because he likes to blast it. No, he's not hard of hearing, I think he blasts it because often he has his ear plugs inserted in both sides of his head and he needs to be able to hear the television over his tunes.

Last weekend, she went into his room and a few minutes later came downstairs to find me in the kitchen.

"Ma," she began," I had to move his pile of socks so I could find a place on the floor to sit."

"So? You ought to be used to that by now." I said.

"But mom. I stood his socks up on their own. Mom they were so stiff they could have walked away with no feet in them."

I tossed her the bottle of hand sanitizer.

"Oh! So that's what the stench is!" I had been trying to find the source of the blue haze emanating from there for a long time now.

Now, I would take a photo of his room to show you what we're dealing with but even I cannot be that mean. But let me tell you, we made a real man cave for this kid. Not only does he have has nice tv, stereo, computer etc, We gave him a dark blue sofa and set it mid room so it almost has a bachelor apartment effect. (I did draw the line, however, at the black satin sheets he requested. A man cave is one thing, a bordello is another. I cannot and will not promote his sexual prowess. It's a mom thing.)

Anyway, his sister, kind soul that she is, without a word ,set about cleaning her brother's room, much to my dislike.

So this morning, I asked my son what he wanted for Christmas.

"A car." he didn't hesitate.

"No." I didn't hesitate.

"Well, how about a 55 inch telelvision?"

"Son! Where would you put it? We can't find your walls!"

He didn't think this was funny and the conversation ended.

I suddenly had a brilliant idea. "Hey, Would you like me to rent you a bulldozer for Christmas? I'm sure we could find a little one that would fit through your bedroom door."

"Ma, I love you but you're nuts sometimes."

"Oh well, it was just an idea son."

Maybe I'll just give him a few dozen new, clean socks. And if he's real nice to me, some black satin sheets.