Son: Mom, is there anything I can help you with?
I’m sitting at the kitchen table on my laptop, surrounded by a mess.
Me: Um. What? (sticks fingers in ear as though cleaning it out because can’t believe what I’m hearting)
Son: Do you need any help around here? (gestures to the kitchen, which is a mess)
Me: Wait. What? (completely at a loss for words)
Son: These dishes in the sink, do they need to be cleaned.
Me: *blank look* (yep, exactly like a deer in the headlights)
Me: Ah. Um. Yeah. Sure. *scratches head and looks dazed and confused*
Son: What side of the sponge do I use, the green side or the yellow side? (holds up really gross sponge)
Me: OK, I get it. You want money.
Son: Seriously mom. Which side of the sponge and how much soap do I use?
Me: You want something. I know it.
Son: No Mom. I’m just trying to help you out here. I see what a mess we’re making and I want to help you.
Me: Huh? Um…green side. Lots of soap.
Me: Are you OK?
Son: Yep, I just think you could use some help around here.
Son: And…I’m really, really bored.
Moral of the story: Keep them bored, they’ll beg to help around the house.