His story

The poor guy is surrounded by nailpolish. Welcome to a house full of girls. We all have our, well, "moody" days that we write off as ok, because we are girls. Hormones, right? The attitudes are in full force around here. Going anywhere without at least 30 minutes notice? Don't even try it. A spider within the walls of our home means instant notification, whether he is home or not. He knows all of the words to High School Musical 2, and most of 3. He is always the prince, the lifter, the bug killer, dog poop cleaner-uper. Quite a resume, eh?