My conversation today in Alyssa’s room:
Alyssa: (throws dirty clothes on the floor and goes to the dresser to get new clothes)
Me: “Pick up those clothes and put them in the hamper. There’s no need to make your room a pig sty.”
Alyssa: “My room’s not a pig sty.”
Me: “It’s getting there. Look at this mess.”
Alyssa: (pointing to bookcase) “Well, maybe if my brother didn’t mess up all my books my room would be cleaner.”
Me: “Well, maybe if his sister would worry more about cleaning her room than blaming him, she’d be done by now.”
Alyssa: “Well, maybe his sister should do whatever she wants.”
She’s five. What will the teenage years be like?