That’s not my job.

not my job

Last week, I asked my older son to sweep the dust bunnies on the (wooden) stairs.  He looked at me and said simply “that’s not my job.”  Then he walked off.

This could easily be a story about me yelling.  Believe me, I did.  At least at first.

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