The old living room rug? It’s in the guest room now. Emme is pleased.

Old crappy repugnant (Ha! That’s an autocorrected word that I’m totally leaving in.) that was in the guest room? It’s upstairs in the nook. You might remember that I tore out the carpet back when I discovered Cricket and Princess Batman had been peeing up there.

Nothing goes to waste around here.
Your rooms are like siblings, getting hand-me-downs to wear. If you ever get your middle child… er, I mean room… a Superman tank top that’s just his, it will probably be his favorite shirt forever.
That is simultaneously hilaious and touching, 😀