Who are these Mutant Spawn?
Summer, Day One:
Mr. Cynic has made lunches for everyone, stripped the cushion covers from the livingroom sofa, spot sprayed them, vacuumed his brother’s room, vacuumed behind the stripped sofa and the stray dog hairs in the sofa, and is ready for more, without arguing about any of it.
Captain Comic has loaded some dishes into the dishwasher, is unloading the dishwasher, watered the gardens, helped me strip the base cover for the sofa frame, and has cleaned the unnatural disaster area which is his bedroom, including the shelves under his bed. And he hasn’t thrown a tantrum or argued over any of it. Of course, in watering the gardens, he mostly watered his sister.
Where has my Mayhem gone? I want these clone mutants banished, and my real sons returned….Oh wait a minute, let me rethink this.