Anabelle came downstairs for breakfast and I informed her what day it was. She gave me a satisfied smirk. “Well, guess what? This morning when I woke up I felt this surge of responsibility and I decided after school that I was going to clean my room the cleanest it’s ever been.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really . . .”
“Yep. You don’t even need to tell me to clean my room.” She sashayed into the kitchen.
Hmm.
Enter Sam. I told him what day it was.
“Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. You’re confused. That’s not what they mean. It’s a game, Mom. It’s a game. I promise. It’s a game.”
I gave him the same raised eyebrow and the same, ” Really . . . ”
“You take a bunch of balls, dodgeballs or whatever. You throw them around your backyard. Half of them to one side, half of them to the other side.”
“You split up into teams and when they say go you try to ‘clean your room’ and get all the balls to the other ‘room.’”
Anabelle jumped back into the room. “He’s serious Mom! When the timer goes off whoever has the ‘cleanest room’ wins!”
I stared at both of them. They’d taken the motivation right out of me to nag them about cleaning their rooms tonight. “Well played,” I said. “Well played.”
They went to the table, smiling at each other.
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Too funny! Sam is good! Wow, I wonder what he’ll be when he grows up… On another note, I was all set to post on Clean Your Room Day too and that this is the area where I fail as a mother, but then the post literally disappeared from blogger and never posted. Sigh, more computer problems. Oh well, I’ll have to declare sometime next week as clean your room day…that is if I feel like writing the post again. So, are you going to clean your room???
Ugh. Computer problems get me grumpy in a heartbeat. I would’ve copmletely related to you, I’m sure. My room… I suppose I should at least tidy it up a bit, right? (;
Hysterical. You sure were the winner in this game!
Bahahaha! They’re smartypants.