“Sam, come get your shit out of my room!” I hear Lydia scream across the house.
Sam mumbles incoherently, so Lydia yells again, “Sam! I said to come and get your shit!”
What?! Surely I am mishearing her. I quickly hop up and look down the hall. “What’d you say, Lydia?”
Lydia stomps her feet and protests, “Sam’s spaceships are in my room!”