Every once in awhile he would wave his collected casualties at me, at which point I would squeal in disgust and then return to my reading. But he swept the kitchen first, so I'm sure that balances everything out. Somehow.
Besides, we're fighting gender stereotypes along different lines here at Camp Twipply Skwood. My 12 year old boy has been doing his own laundry for about a year and a half. I'm not sure the constant nagging is any less work for me, but maybe one day he'll discover the benefits of clean clothes.
Yesterday he described his hatred of this particular chore with an explanation along these lines:
Him - I HATE doing laundry! I would even choose being able to wash my clothes by wearing them over being able to make my eyes glow red.To be honest, I haven't fully investigated the benefits to being able to make one's eyes glow red, but I'm all for anything that reduces laundry and housework in general.
Me - You mean you would rather be able to wash your clothes by wearing them even more than you would like to be able to make your eyes glow red?
Him - Yes! I would just put on my clothes, walk around wearing them, and they would be clean! (mimes actions) I would rather do that than EVEN be able to make my eyes glow red!
Me - Yeah, me too.
I saw this sign in a lobby. Actually, I saw this posted in many different places around a lobby. I won't say WHAT lobby, because obviously their password is a big, giant secret and far be it from me to expose that which they guard so preciously:Anyway, I'd be chattier, but I already wrote a seven page long paper today and I can't seem to get my eyeballs unstuck from the computer screen. As I do I have to reintroduce myself to the great outdoors. It's a beautiful weekend here in the land of cockroaches, floods, and the occasional hurricanes! Happy Saturday all!