...is clearly not the same as theirs.
Over the weekend, we gave the boys the task of cleaning their room. When they went to bed last night, it actually looked pretty good. I could see that there were still quite a few things on their dresser and desk that could be put away, but overall, it looked like they did a decent job. But something in me just knew I needed to take a closer look. This is what I found:
I decided to look under the bed, behind the door, and under the dresser and nightstand. I used my kitchen broom to sweep everything I found into the center of their room.
I think there's a bit more work for them to do! Or, as my husband would say, "There's still some chicken on the bone."
The boys haven't seen this pile yet, but you'll kow when they do. The wailing it is likely to cause will be loud enough to be heard around the world.
You know, this reminds me of something my mother used to do to me when I was a girl...oh, shoot. I'm becoming my mother. Bwahahahahaha!