Yesterday, Max was on my bedroom floor. His ADHD meds were wearing off and he was doing the hyper-dance around the house. So, on my floor and looking under my bed.
I'd like to say the underside of my king-size is pristine, or just collecting dust bunnies. I'd be lying. (Don't know where to put something? Hey! Shove it under the bed!) It's a plethera of treasures and junk.
So, Max is down there and he suddenly stands up with something in his hand and he says-
What the crap is this?
I just sprouted 4 new gray hairs.