Everyday it's the same thing.
Isabella and Anastasia argue about whose turn it is to scoop the big litter box and who gets the prize of scooping the smaller litter box. I have tried charts. I have written on the litter boxes. I have flipped coins. I have negotiated, I have threatened.
I am constantly amazed that children who can not remember where they put their shoes, ever, can recall, in exact detail, what chore they did a week ago on Saturday.
"They could have done 100 litter boxes by now!", little Catherine sighed.
I, too, was tired of listening to their bickering, so I gathered the little sweeties together.
"You know, you two really haven't done enough essay writing lately." I began.
I saw them start to sweat a little.
"I have a great idea for something you can both write about." I continued.
They exchanged nervous glances.
"But Mom, it's Saturday!", Anastasia interjected.
"Write me a two page essay and convince me that you deserve to scoop the small litter and the job is yours for a week." I smiled.
Before they could start to whine, I thrust notebook paper and pencils into their little hands and took off.
I knew I'd figure out a way to eat my Oreos in peace.