Hmm, couldn’t you clean after yourself? Your stuff is everywhere in the house!”, your mother sighed. You put the cereal box down and hurried up to her. “Oh, mom, eh... yeah, I was about to take it up to the attic. To my other old toys.”, “Huh? You and cleaning up... you heard what I just told you, you’re better off starting with your clothes in your room before caring about old toys. Also, your room direly needs a full cleanup. Besides, what about Greg? He still sleeps in there. Did you not wake him? He may also want some cereal,” she glanced at you. “No, you know him, he does not want breakfast…”, you answered. “Hmm, but you could have asked,” she said, disappointed. Your mom put the gun and table again. “Ah, don’t you forget to bring out the trash? Oh, and do you need anything from the store?”, she asked. “Where you go to?”, “Walmart probably,” “I see, when?”, “1 PM, I have still some reports left, maybe you and Greg can accompany me, I need some strong men for caring the groceries.”, “Maybe,” you answered before your mom vanished back into the hallway.