You know how my brother, Ben, just got back from his mission a couple of months ago?
He’s now attending BYU. BYU happens to be really close to the city where we live.
One day he was over for a visit, and I asked him if Mom and Dad had gotten him a meal plan. He said no. That’s when I realized I was his meal plan.
Another time he started complaining about the lack of laundry facilities at his apartment complex. Then he (not so) subtly asked if I had a washer and dryer. That’s when I realized I was also his laundromat.
Yesterday as he was over doing laundry and eating my food, I came to another realization – if the name of the game is mooching, two can play.
I think I have a new babysitter in town.