My mom can be a bit forgetful sometimes, absentminded, really. She’ll tell us to do something and then, an hour later, when she sees us done, she’ll be so proud. She really thinks we had the initiative to do it ourselves. It’s nice when allowance time comes around but sometimes, it’s not so great.

She’s also a neat freak. A real Mrs. Clean. Anything out of order, and two seconds later, it’s gone. A towel on the floor disappears. A ladder in front of the house vanishes. Yup, that’s my mom for you.

Well, the sun is just about to set. I guess I better lie down and take a nap. I wonder how long before my mom remembers she sent me up to the roof to clean the gutter.

“Jimmy? Where are you?”