Molly is my busy body. The others could pretty much take activity, or leave it. Friday at 1:00 I'd had enough. I pulled Jay and Maisie out of their rooms and gave them a choice. They could either have a water balloon fight with Molly, or scrub toilets. And as extra incentive, each toilet in the house has at least one poop smear in it.
Should have been a no brainer. But this was their response...
Okay, fine.
You can either have a water balloon fight with Molly, OR scrub poop smeared toilets AND use the magic eraser to get the pink slime off of each shower.
Silence continued.
I was on the verge of shutting off food privileges when they finally came to their senses.
Maisie reminded me her swimsuit was too small and was forced to wear trunks.
This was also one of those 'hotter than a rats ass days' last week, so everything felt sticky.
Don't get too excited. This whole thing didn't last 5 minutes.
But at least they went outside and did something.
And when it was over we all went back inside to crap smears and pink slime.
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