I peeked into my son’s room to let him know he had received a postcard from his friend. I saw him lying on the bed, idly watching television and flipping a coin.
“My my, aren’t we tidy!” I said sarcastically.
His room looked like wild horses had galloped through it.
“Maa!” my darling son bleated, “instead of being so sarcastic, you could help, you know”
I walked into the room and straightened a calendar that was lying face down.
“No dear! Your room is your responsibility. You must learn how to keep it clean: Now pick up the stuff, change your sheets and PLEASE dust everything. If you want your weekly allowance on Monday as usual, that is.”
I marched out of the room mindful of his indignant looks, but not caring. I leaned against the door and heard him scurrying around the room, tidying up.
“Yessssss” I said to myself, triumphantly.
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