Perhaps I need to up the parenting effort a bit if I’m going to go out in to the living room, find that my son is watching a movie wearing his sister’s underwear (the actual pair she had on earlier today, she inexplicably wearing a coordinating new pair of her own) and contentedly munching on a roll retrieved from the garbage – having been put there because it had the first few blooms of white mold.
OK. So let’s talk about the future, Nels. Do not furrow about in the garbage like a badger. And for now: MOLD WATCH! (similar to Panda Watch!) to make sure Nels doesn’t get violently ill. Mold is a phobia of mine.
