Write about: stickers.
Because Max got several packages of stickers from his cousin's birthday party and most of them are currently attempting to take over our house by sheer force of numbers.
This morning I mowed the lawn, washed the kitchen floor, and cleaned the bathroom. You'd think we have visitors coming or something.
Oh wait, we do. My aunt and uncle are dropping by tomorrow, having just finished their visit with my parents. After us they'll be seeing my sister and brother-in-law in Calgary and then it's homeward bound to Montreal.
It'll be fun to see them with Max again, as it has been quite a while since last time.
"Uh, excuse me, sir?"
"Yes? What is it?"
"You, um... you have a-"
"Spit it out already! Can't you see that I'm busy?"
"No. Yes, of course. I mean..."
"You've got to be kidding me. I'm too busy for this crap. See ya."
"No, wait! It's just that there's a-"
"Seriously? You're still talking to me? What could possibly be so important that you'd bother me with your nagging?"
"You know what? Never mind. Have a good day."
"Thank you. I will."
"... you look good with that My Little Pony sticker on your back anyway."