Georgie: Mommy, can I play with the sticks and the little silver balls? (a set of Magnetix that is not always out because of all the small pieces that keep getting lost)
Me: Yes, dear. Just make your bed first.
Georgie: (running into the other room where Freddie was laying on his stomach on the floor, reading a book) Freddie! Mom says we can always play with the sticks and silver balls if we make our bed!
Me: You need to make your bed every morning, before you play with anything.
Georgie: What? (hanging his head and stomping out of the room) Oh, dane it!
I'm not sure what the Danes ever did to him to make him profane them that way. But a few minutes later, he came up and triumphantly proclaimed that he had made his bed and that it was easy. Good for you, buddy. Good for you.
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