When I was growing up, at times it seemed like my mom was a broken record. She was always repeating herself.
“Danny, clean your room,” she’d say, or “How’s your homework coming, Danny?” Then there was my least favorite “Are you lying to me?” and the always-classic “Run up the street and help Mrs. Simms.” Mom’s Big Four phrases involved cleaning, homework, lying, helping—a.k.a. The Top Four Things Kids Can’t Stand Talking About.
The cleaning thing wasn’t too bad, really. I’ve always been a fairly neat person, and our house was so small that there was barely enough room to have things out of place. Plus, you could see into my bedroom from the living room—if my stuff was a disaster, everybody had to look at it. So every night after dinner came a gentle reminder: “Danny, clean your room.”