I woke up and walked from my room towards the hallway. The rock-tilled hallway floor was upturned, and as I approached the kitchen, I saw that mom was using the rocks to tile the kitchen floor. “What are you doing!” I exclaimed, somewhat rhetorically. Mom answered that the tiles of the kitchen floor were worn out, and that she used the rocks from the hallway to re-do it. I got incensed and exclaimed that it was the stupidest thing ever, the rocks would be impossible to clean, and I was immensely frustrated.