My youngest son, the father of my youngest three grandchildren, posted the following on Facebook: "I've just realized that "Not Me" just moved into our home."
I don't suppose this would be the time to remind him of the fact that at one time or another there were some of the same living in our home.
"Not Me" was a regular guest, and moved in on a permanent basis for a number of years.
"I Don't Know" showed up uninvited and never left.
"It's All Her Fault" was a frequent visitor when "Not Me" refused to take the blame.
"It's Not My Turn" was always there when it was time to wash the supper dishes.
His only saving grace is that when his kids grow up and leave home, the unwanted guests leave at the same time, never to be seen again.
Until his children have children of their own. That's when he can wait for "Not Me" to show up and drive his children up a wall. And he can sit back and smile. And remind them that "Not Me" and company once lived with him and it is now their turn.
heh, heh, heh
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