Mom: Timmy! Your room is such a big mess!!!
Timmy: Mom, it’s not my fault my room’s a mess!
Mom: Of course it’s your fault! Because the only other person in your room was Anthony. And he’s such a good boy!
Timmy: Me and Anthony were playing with his new race cars. Only four of them.
Mom: And what does that have to do with our conversation?
Timmy: And we heard a weird noise outside, so we opened the window.
Mom: First of all, you shouldn’t have even opened the window.
Timmy: But, this huge spaceship landed and a green alien with three heads came out and jumped in the window.
Mom: How come I didn’t hear it?
Timmy: Just let me tell the real story! Anthony tried to shoot him with my zapper gun.
Mom: That thing can kill people! It’s too dangerous for you to play with!!
Timmy: But it didn’t even hurt him — he just got real mad!
Mom: Wait, what color is the alien again?
Timmy: Green. Anyway, so he knocked all the books off my shelf.
Mom: Ah, green.
Timmy: Did you even pay attention to the rest of the sentence?
Mom: Um, actually no…
Timmy: This is my least favorite part. He picked up my toy box with his antennas and dumped it all over my room.
Mom: So, let me guess, so you threw a Frisbee at him and it bonked him on his third head?
Timmy: Well, I love you mama. And you are correct.
Mom: Just go on with the fake story Timmy.
Timmy: It’s not fake! And I’ll go on with my story. Then, he slimed out the window.
Mom: I love you too Timmy. But you have to know when to be literal and when to be figurative.
Timmy: And the spaceship disappeared into the sky!
Mom: Who wrote this story? Katie Carriero?
Timmy: Geez, Mom, you should be happy I’m still alive!
Mom: Just wait till I tell your dad this story!
Alien: Hi!
Timmy: See mom?!?
Mom: Ahhh!! Okay! I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.
Timmy: Actually mom, that’s not an alien! It’s Anthony!!
Mom: I was wrong about Anthony. He’s a bad boy.
Timmy & Anthony: Haha!
Timmy: Never tell me to clean my room again!
Mom: Okay.
