Makes my Monday

I love that the boys are AMAZING when it comes to cleaning up. Seriously, how many parents can say that about their 4-year-olds? Especially when their mom is the messiest person alive. I'm not sure they know that yet, and I'm not going to tell them.

Every night, it is their job to clean up all the outside toys and the inside toys. Sometimes we help, sometimes we don't. But 99% of the time, it gets done. And done well.

The other weekend when Cort was out of town, we had thirteen kids over to our house Saturday evening. Needless to say, the house was a wreck. Toys everywhere. Four kids can get out a lot of toys, but thirteen can really do some damage. Sunday morning I asked the boys to spend 10 minutes cleaning up. (It seemed like more of an hour-long job to me, but I didn't think it was reasonable to expect little kids to focus on such a task for that long.) Charlie worked respectably at it, but Joseph (who is his mother's child) read a book about Rudolph instead. So I told him he had not done his 10 minutes, and he had to do 10 more. While he worked, I was vacuuming, and several times he wanted me to come look at see how he had done. Honestly, I thought he was trying to see if I would pronounce his job "good enough" and let him play. But when I finished vacuuming and checked, THE ENTIRE PLAYROOM WAS CLEANED UP!

Seriously, who are these kids and where did they come from? No matter, the fact that they will clean up and I don't have to, is what makes my day.