Teen as they’re heading upstairs: I just hope I’ll be able to sleep.
Me, looking around at the kitchen and living room my tired self still has to tidy: If you can’t, we can switch places.
Teen says nothing and disappears around the corner to the stairs.
Me, encouragingly: I gotchou, dude!
Folks, I made a scientific discovery tonight: eyerolls can be heard if they’re hard enough.