you don’t understand, mom, those are my emotional support boxes of miscellaneous junk that I need to store unopened in your basement for somewhere between 3 and 35 years

Right?! I'll get to it, I swear!

eventually your mother will just forcibly give them back to you and you will be forced to reckon with your middle school report cards and Kiwanis Festival awards

do I really need my old iPod mini charger and a commemorative t-shirt from a high school jazz band competition? yes. but not enough to put them in my house. now let’s see how much space is left in the guest room closet, mom.

This, except it's me when my daughter is moaning about how when I die she will have to deal with disposing of all my junk.

You just need to remember that you have not to use it lol

Correct!

Mom you can’t throw those away. What if the Burger King Kid’s Club starts back up?!

Two generations of us have this now. It’s a möbius loop thingy of not hoarding but leave that box alone.