Sadly, Nacho Man does, too.
I certainly tried to argue my way out of this monotonous chore as a child by pointing out the futility of the act–a made bed will soon be unmade, so why bother?
“Because,” my dad would say, “there’s nothing better than crawling into a freshly made bed at the end of the day.”
I wonder if that’s what his parents told him. The balderdash we spread from one generation to the next.
The parents in Why Do I Have to Make My Bed? Or, a History of Messy Rooms have their own replies when their children whine about this particular chore. The modern-day boy points out that he’s already put away his racetrack and robot-monkey action figures. His mother is suddenly reminded of a story about her mother, when she was young, who complained to her mother that she had already dusted her rock ‘n’ roll records and picked up her Slinky. Which reminds her mother of how her father, when he was young, grumped that he had already fetched water and dusted the phonograph, which reminds his mother…
You get the idea.
How far back do you think the history of not-wanting-to-make-my-bed goes? First-time children’s book author Wade Bradford turns this menial task into an age-old tale, and Johanna van der Sterre’s period illustrations offer a humorous peek into life in other times. Author’s note about the history of chores included, which is a very very nice touch for a picture book.
Share with the cleaning-averse of all ages.