“Good morning son.” My mom said. As I laid there surprised, I asked them both, “When did you two get here?”
“Just a few minutes ago.” My dad asked. Assuming the aunt Darla let them in, I asked, “What are you guys doing here anyway?”
“Well,” my dad said, “we wanted to see if you two still needed a hand with Eli’s bedroom.”
“Well,” I replied, “Were maybe half way done. We still have to vacuum & move Eli’s dresser back into his bedroom.”
“You mean you two moved his heavy dresser out of his room?” my mom asked. Then I answered her by saying, “First, we took all of his drawers out. Then we slowly moved his dresser a little bit at a time. It took us a while before we finally put it in Brendan’s room.”
“What about his bed?” my dad asked. Then I answered, “ His bed had rollers mounted to the legs of the bed frame. Therefore, it was a piece of cake.”
“Oh, okay,” my dad said. Then I noticed that my mom had an overnight bag with her. She then said, “I knew you didn’t bring a change of clothes with you, because you weren’t sure at the time you’d be staying over. So
