Crumpled Home

(Moments after jumping out of the shower, a bare RJ starts dancing around crazily, with a huge white towel hanging out of his mouth down to the floor. He is making bizarre wheezing noises as he leaps about and drops of water are flying everywhere.)

RJ: (muffled) Hey guys! (dance, dance, wheeze, wheeze) Guess who I am!?

Dad: (shielding himself from the water flying everywhere) Uhhh…

RJ: (wiggle, leap, wheeze, wheeze) Guess!

Dad: Umm… RJ, I have honestly no idea.

RJ: (wheeze, rasp) I’m an old water spirit! Do you like my beard?

The day has finally arrived for us to move out. So many things have been packed away that day-to-day living involves battling our way through a cubic cardboard jungle. Things like eating breakfast and dinner, having baths, and building giant robots have become pretty much impossible. We’re spending the night at Grammy’s house, then we move out tomorrow!

Our world is filled with boxes, boxes and more boxes.

Last bath at the old house!

We had breakfast in throw-away, plastic bowls. All the real dishes were already packed!

Goodbye old house!

(Dad walks into bathroom to find LR balancing on her stomach on the edge of the bathtub, legs and waist in, upper body and head out.)

Dad: Umm… LR… What are you doing?

LR: I couldn’t decide if I wanted to get out of the bath yet… So I decided to stop half way.

Dad: Been there long?

LR: A few minutes.

Dad: Good solution.