Not the real EP, or the real clean room.

Recently, I stood outside the EP’s bedroom door, scanning it, sorting things in my mind. She sees me looking all over the room, and says, “What’s wrong?” I point out to her that the room is so messy, she literally can’t walk on the floor. She shrugs it off, “I just haven’t had a chance to clean in a while, and it’s soooooo messy, it’ll take all day.”

After breakfast and getting ready for school, she says, “I’m early, so can you unlock the computer and let me play Minecraft?”