Renovations by a Teenager

"What happened?!" shrieked my mother.

"Just some cleaning." I said innocently.

"No, no, no. This," she guestured wildly, "is a complete renovation."

"Honey, calm down. It's not that bad." said my father.

"But my chair, my green chair was ..."

"Full of scratches and needed to go." I finish. "I though you would be happy that everything is clean and matching now."

"Ugh! Honey, I can't talk to her after what she's done." My mother huffs. "You talk to her." She said as she dramatically stomped out of the room.

"Well," my dad starts as he looks around the newly painted and furnished room, "This looks nice." He pointed to our family portrait. "I like how you polished it, and put it out for everyone to see." He smiled awkwardly and hurried out of the room to find my hysterical mother.

"Wait!" I call out. "You should know that I redecorated your bedroom, too."

"Nooo!" screamed someone.

"I think your mother already knows."