We were doing chores on Saturday afternoon. In typical fashion Middle-One was finding every creative way he could do what we said to do but without really obeying. It was frustrating and incredibly amussing at the same time.
Middle had been told to sweep the floor and to toss boxes onto the porch. He was busy and whenever we checked on him he appeared to be working hard. So we went on about our business.
"I'm done" he cried out... (no matter how hard we have tried to teach them to ask us to come and check to see if, in fact, they *are* done, he always just announces he is done... but I digress.)
Mr. T and I stepped in to the kitchen door to inspect his work and laying in the middle of the clean kitchen floor was a pair of dirty socks.
We just cracked up.