i often wonder who's the parent and who's the child in my family.
i leave my door in the day with this tag,
and what do you know?
when i return at night this is what greets me.
apparently my mom had taken it upon herself to ensure my door sign reflects accurately the occupant's status.
another time, my mom brought a kiddy golf set home, claiming it was for me,
and this is what it says on the package.
the next thing i knew...
my dad was happily playing with it.