Keep your bedroom door locked.
Connor woke to the sound of his house phone ringing and on istinct flew out of bed to get to it before the machine picked up. He ran down the hall past his older sister who never seemed to answer any phone but her own cell. On the seventh ring he heard the machine pick up and before he could snatch it from the charging port whoever was calling hung up. "Crap, Urg.!" He glanced at the microwave to check the time and his anger doubled. It was 6:30 am on a Saturday. His eyes had closed only 3 hours before after a long night of working on his school science project. He briefly wondered why his sister was up, but quickly realized he didn't care. His science project was a huge model of an atom made from Floam. As he headed back to his room and to his bed he smiled. At least I finished it, he thought. When he reached his bedroom door he he froze. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" He screamed as he surveyed the destruction of his room. Pieces of his project were everywhere and on everything. His sister came running down the hall, and when she saw why he'd freaked out, she laughed. Through her laughter she said, "Oh so that's why Jo's poop had those colors in it!"