All done his second year of university, Itty Bitty has returned home and trying to take over
his bedroom my sewing room. We had a "discussion" the other day about trying to coexist; there were clothes all over the place, my design wall his bed a rumpled mess, random things falling out of the closet. I felt we had come to a common understanding.
Now this. A stack of books on my sewing table.
Itty Bitty is a criminology major. Judging by the book on the top, he is well aware that dangerous psychopaths live among us - - he's just not extrapolating the idea that he could have a dangerous psychopath living WITH him! He is definitely playing with fire and needs to get his shit off my table.