Score one for Hugh

Shortly after we moved into this house we converted the attic into a small bedroom for Owen and a large tv room/ "hang-out" space for both boys. Given my sons' slovenly natures, general laziness, and inability to draw a connection between large piles of dirty dishes and the growing roach and rat population, the area quickly degenerated. Each boy blamed the other. So one day, Owen challenged Hugh: you keep track of the dirty dishes I leave behind and I'll keep track of yours--a kind of scientific tabulation of who was the greater slob. On the door leading to the attic staircase Owen hung a piece of paper titled "LEFT UPSTAIRS".

By the end of the first weekend, here's what was listed under "Hugh":
2 glasses, 1 plate, 1 fork, bag of popcorn, 1 spoon and yogurt cup, 1 bowl ramen noodles. And here's what was written under "Owen":
his dignity.