I don’t have kiddos of my own, though judging by how most we rebuff cleaning my small unit that’s home to dual grown adults, we can suppose that cleaning a residence full of small ones isn’t accurately a good time.
Unless we make it one, that is. These relatives motionless to get severely smart-alecky about their cleaning woes by branch “Love Yourself” by a Biebs into a chronicle of a lane that we substantially wouldn’t mind conference incessantly.
From “six-day-old pee” to budding urges to store all in sight, this mom-dad twin covers it all (with a further of some severely considerable dance moves).
Like we said, I’m childless, though this still speaks to me on a devout level.
Let’s wish for Mom’s consequence that these kids take a spirit and start traffic with that trek banana conditions ASAP. What are a nastiest presents your kids have ever left you?