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Tough
What’s tough?
Daughter asked if some of the neighbor kids (getting to be friends I guess) could come inside the house. It’s not that I don’t want people in my house (although, it isn’t as tidy as I’d like…as I used to be able to keep it heh) but gimme a break! It’s Summer! Nice, clear sky, just another lovely Summer day. I was gonna say no but then figured something in a flash. “You can come in if you clean the floor.” ROFL!!!
Yes, this is me. I thought, maybe they will, prolly not. These children said, “OK!!!”
HA! Success!
My dude stood in amazement. I dunno why though? haha
They went inside and found themselves downstairs gawping at all the Legos we have. I was fine with that, but make no mistake…
I got together the ingredients and had them bring up the Rainbow to clean the floor. In the midst of this, a straggler came in to work (LOL) as another asked if they were getting paid. “You got to come into my house,” I reminded him. His jaw dropped, but he didn’t move to leave.
“What about a snack or some soda/juice?” he countered.
“You can have some water fresh from my tap,” I stated pointedly.
“How do you clean the floors?”
“With your hands and arms,” I answered. tee-hee
And, of course he helped. They all did, good kids they are. My girl kept them on task while I checked every now and again. BEFORE all this, I had already given my boy permission to play video games, so…
While the crew was vacuuming and wet Swiffering, I asked B- to help me gather the stuff for s'mores. I hate s'mores, but it works for most people who like sweets.
After the chores were finished, the kids made their own dessert.
Funnily enough, my boy comes around after his video-game time (AND work completed! hmmm...) and asked if he could have dessert or if it was too late?
I informed him, “If you want dessert, you’ll have to do work just like the rest of the kids did, including your sister.”
He just stared at me.
I stared back.
He walked away.
He came back. “What kind of work will I have to do?”
“You’ll have to Rainbow the rest of the Middle-Level.”
He just stared at me, maybe a bit of contempt in his face.
"That's what you'll have to do." *shrug*
He kinda stalked off, but that's ok, he processed. I knew he would/could/should.
Is it mean to say I was so laughing at him on the inside?

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holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 16:41