I often marvel at my sons’ unwillingness to listen and do as they’re told. You’d think they’d leap at the opportunity to do the right thing, given the clarity and care with which I present it to them. Hardly one to issue vague directives, like, “Clean your room” or “Straighten up the deck”, I am a master of specificity: “Pick up the costumes that are on the floor and put them into the costume box. Now do the same with the matchbox cars. They go in this big brown basket.”
I make it so easy. And yet.
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Or, you know, just go about your business. I'll never know the difference.