A Smuggler's Cave Right Inside Our House
After some painstaking strategies I finally got my brothers to clean their rotten rooms. Haha! The trick, ladies and gentlemen, was to confiscate their Pokemon cards.
Yesterday morning, I found them locked up in their room, doing what my mom was always irritated with --they were playing with their royal collection of Pokemon cards, without even eating breakfast and gargling some mouthwash. Worse, their room was such a dreadful sight! It was further uglified with their socks, soccer shoes, toys, CD's, frog bones and decaying insects, and empty bottles of Gatsby styling gel scattered everywhere! Their room looked more like a smuggler's cave to me.
So there I was, fuming with anger and bitterly tired of repeated "Clean up!" and "Don't let your food wait!" But they wouldn't listen, and they teased me instead with their slow cruel smile. Consequently, without calming down I kicked their piled-up Pokemon cards on the floor and confiscated what I was able to pick up. I didn't hand it to them until evening, when they finally took a bath and miraculously cleaned their nostalgic room. Hay. It was such a relief to have seen sunlight pour in through their bedroom window. I was such a relief to have seen them act more humanly this time.
And so I think they need to be rewarded for their skill. They think so, too. Therefore tonight, we shall be watching the first and second installments of LOTR, because we have been deprived of the opportunity to watch it when it was shown on the big screen. Hehehe! My brothers had it all planned out --we'll start at 6pm so we could end at 12 midnight. Yay.
After some painstaking strategies I finally got my brothers to clean their rotten rooms. Haha! The trick, ladies and gentlemen, was to confiscate their Pokemon cards.
Yesterday morning, I found them locked up in their room, doing what my mom was always irritated with --they were playing with their royal collection of Pokemon cards, without even eating breakfast and gargling some mouthwash. Worse, their room was such a dreadful sight! It was further uglified with their socks, soccer shoes, toys, CD's, frog bones and decaying insects, and empty bottles of Gatsby styling gel scattered everywhere! Their room looked more like a smuggler's cave to me.
So there I was, fuming with anger and bitterly tired of repeated "Clean up!" and "Don't let your food wait!" But they wouldn't listen, and they teased me instead with their slow cruel smile. Consequently, without calming down I kicked their piled-up Pokemon cards on the floor and confiscated what I was able to pick up. I didn't hand it to them until evening, when they finally took a bath and miraculously cleaned their nostalgic room. Hay. It was such a relief to have seen sunlight pour in through their bedroom window. I was such a relief to have seen them act more humanly this time.
And so I think they need to be rewarded for their skill. They think so, too. Therefore tonight, we shall be watching the first and second installments of LOTR, because we have been deprived of the opportunity to watch it when it was shown on the big screen. Hehehe! My brothers had it all planned out --we'll start at 6pm so we could end at 12 midnight. Yay.
