Soon I shall shout THE BEDS ARE MADE! THE LEGO IS PICKED UP! THERE ARE NO BOY PANTIES ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR!
And here's how I'm going to do that (thanks, government of Indonesia, for the inspiration):
Yep, I'm going to grease me a totem pole, tie some treats up top, and -- where was I going with this? How will having the Kid climb a greased totem pole result in him cleaning his room?
Just a sec. I'm sure it will come to me.
Well, THIS is awkward.
Once again, "eyes bright with purpose" has not translated into "brain bright with logic" here in the voodoo bungalow.
I think I should maybe go back on disability for another week or two.