What's going on here?

I come home from work and Alex tells me he is cleaning his room.

I know I've mentioned the state of disaster his room in previous blog posts.  Briefly, his room is the black hole.  If he takes something in there, you will never see it again.  Ever.  It's so bad, that when he goes off to college and we move a lot of stuff out of there, we might find Jimmy Hoffa.

Anyway, to hear that he is cleaning his room is quite a shock.  You don't know how many times I tell him to cleans room and it doesn't happen.

As he was heading back up stairs, he said, "Oh, and I'm doing my laundry!"

I almost passed out.  This NEVER happens.  He NEVER does his laundry.

I yelled, "Give me back my son!"