The Sunday Box

Here I go again. How many times do I have to tell these boys to pick their stuff up? Arms full of jump ropes, books, dinosaurs... and then it hit me.  I decided to resurrect The Sunday Box.

They won't be very happy when they get home from school today. *mischievous giggle* I can already hear how it's going to play out:

"Mom. Mo-ooom. Do you know where the Xbox controllers are?"

"Of course. They're in the Sunday Box."

"The Sunday Box?" An expressions of confusion is quickly replaced with wide-eyed distress as he realizes he'll have to wait until Sunday (*gasp* Sunday?!) to re-claim his prizes. "No, no, no - you don't understand. Mom! We have to-"

Which is where I'll try to hear him out, but will probably end up cutting him off to remind him, "This is why you want to pick up all your belongings and put them away."

You might want to hang around until Einsten, Mr. Varsity Hip-Hop Senior, comes home from Day 2 of school today to ask me...

"Mom? Have you seen my Beats by Dre headphones?"