Recently dh and I got the girls to clean up their toys. They got to fill a big toy bin with all the dolls, dress up clothes, and big toys that would fit, and it is a pretty big bin. Then they each got small bins with their names on them. They got to fill up their bin with all of the small toys they wanted. Things like polly pockets, little petshop, the small stuffed puppies that McDonalds gave out. Things like that. It worked great for a couple of days.
Today I gave them 10 minutes to clean up. Put it where it goes or I WILL CLEAN IT UP. That is code for I will take it to the basement where it won't return. Well at least not until they sneak downstairs and bring it back.
I EVEN gave them an extra 10 minutes after telling them AGAIN that I will clean it up. So what happened. I had to clean up. It took me 30 MINUTES! Yikes. What were they thinking? They even watched me clean up. On top of the favorite sock monkey, clown, and people I took ... ... the favorite froggy blankey. Wow. I am starting to feel mean. Hmm, it should pass soon.
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