On Knowing Your Own Strengths.
Ansel was playing with Easter egg hay the other day, making a fairly big mess. Julie, who was watching this, let him make the mess if he agreed to clean it up later. "Sure," he said. Sure he will.
When later come, he protested. "But it's a lot of work for me to do!" Well, you knew that when you made the mess. "Help me, mama!" No.
"But mama, if you asked me to help you, I would help you because I am so sweet and I love you so much, mama! I love you so much!"
What's a parent to do but get on the floor and help?