J Lichti

My sock drawer looked like a war zone after a zombie apocalypse.

The kid spilled glitter, confetti, and half a pizza on the floor.

Your mom’s hair looked like a tornado hit her and she cried in a toaster.

My math test looked like a chicken ran through my notebook with a crayon.

Your uncle tried to text me while eating a burrito and got sauce everywhere.

Your sister’s bedroom looked like a tornado threw a fashion show.

Your lunch looked like a squirrel threw a backpack full of snacks at you.

Your brother tried to do his homework while playing 10 video games at once.

Your grandma’s house looked like a raccoon had a party and brought all its friends.