Me "Is your room perfectly clean? Did you put away your laundry properly?"
Kid #3 "mmmmmm hhhhmmmm"
Me "Ok, you may play outside."
They've been caught before playing the clean the room game... shoving their shit under the bed, the dresser, the nightstand. Shoving their clothes in the costume box, the doll box, etc.
Why should today be any different?
As kid #3 sat quietly, coloring at the dinner table, I quietly slipped up the stairs with a large plastic grocery bag in hand, ready for action.
Out from the black hole of crap (a.k.a. the space under the dresser) came a school shirt, a school sweater, a variety of socks, a new pair of funky flip flops just received for her birthday, about half a role of toilet tissue spread about (unused, thank God), two scarves, a hat, two purses, candy wrappers, a notepad, a pair of dress shoes and tons of small pieces of paper with doodles and chicken scratch. Enough to overfill the bag.
The space under the bedside table revealed a handfull of books and more crap.
Dare I venture into the closet? Tucked under a rod of clothes was a basket of cat toys. THE cat toys. Note the curiosity of the cat in the picture.
Wait, what's that smell? Citrus air freshener? One could only hope. But no. It was a decomposing orange.
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