What I said…  “I have some clean clothes for you to put in your room.”

What I meant…  “Dad worked really hard to wash, dry, and fold your clothes.  The least you can do is carry them to your room and place them in your dresser.”

What my teen heard…  “Take these clothes to your room.  After that, it’s your call as to their fate.”

What my teen decided…  “Pile on the floor, it is.”

I like the cereal bowl inserted into the mound of clean (and formerly folded) clothes.  Nice touch.