How many times have I been manipulated by a toothless grin, or persuaded by a sticky hand held in mine, eyes pleading for a toy, or a game? How many times have I begged my husband to enlarge our Christmas or birthday budget so that I can spend just a little more money on the kids, you know, to buy them that something special that they want so much.
That they take care of…never.
How many times has Paul reminded me to clean up their play room, or as we call it, our bonus room before said birthday or Christmas holiday, so that I will have reality hit me like ice water in my face?
My kids don’t take care of their toys! Why do I fall for their ploys ever single time?!?
I put together a montage of some favorite moments while cleaning up our bonus room this weekend. After some editing help from my teenagers, these are the parts that we have decided to allow for your viewing pleasure.
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