Setting: playroom is a disaster - every toy is spread across the floor, not one in it's rightful place, couch
cushions in disarray, a complete and utter disaster
While giving the boys a pep talk about cleaning up the playroom, I hit a brick wall. I was talking about how every bionicle was going to go in the bionicle box, every lego in the lego box, every superhero in the superhero box, we're going to work-as-a-team, we can do this, yada yada yada.
Then I said, "who's with me?" with a fist pump to accentuate my team attitude. Then, the boys dropped the bomb on me.
Banks: Mom, sometimes when we put the toys underneath our beds, we clean up a lot faster.
Hughes: Mom, you know no one raised their hands with you.
But, when they got out of the car they went willingly to the playroom and started cleaning up. I can hear them talking about who is doing the Legos and who is responsible for the cars. It actually is music to my ears. I may even help them.