you know some people say “just drop in home sometime” and don’t mean it.
I am one such.
I have procreated a family of flingers. I fling. Firstborn flings all the way upto the fan (his footwear) and baby param only flings.
and one pickeverythingupper, husband, cant beat us, so he joined us.
I just met a neighbour who has a three-year-old. She said, “come home” and i spitefully dropped in without notice to see if she would stand with her hands flailed in order to hide the chaos.
But no. everything was in order. I didn’t find a soggy towel, a stray toy or bit of spilled bhujjia in the living room.
and her son was back from school even!
so, while she was chatting, i spilt a bit of my biscuit and upset my tea cup. and then I felt much better.
And then i told her “come home sometime.”