In the vestibule...

I found these in the middle of the vestibule even though I arrived before everyone else. They´ve been there for days drying on the newspaper. I wonder for how long they will be there. Maybe as long as nearly all the glasses and dishes have been in my sons room... I refuse to fix it. Boys are boys, or...?




EDIT: After the very delicious dinner you cooked today, you´re forgiven, my son. You cook and I´ll take the dishes :)