I asked Bethanie to pick up her toys in her bedroom and in the living room that were on the floor. She gave me the "how can you ask me to do that?" look and fell to the floor in a heap.
"Mom, this is the worst day of my life!"
So I asked her, "Is this the worst day of your life because I asked you to pick up your toys??"
She nodded her head.
"Well, just so you know I pick up toys and do dishes EVERY DAY of my life. What does that make my life? Is every day worst then the next? Do I live a completely miserable exsistence?"
Somehow this whole concept shocked her in to silence. She picked up her toys. :)
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