A post from The Daddy Man:
Our living room looked like a toy grenade had exploded in it the other night, so I started picking up some of Biscuit's toys.
Biscuit walked into the room, and I said to him, "Hey, boy. Help me pick up some of these toys."
Biscuit looked at me and said, "Um, that's not my job."
It took me a minute to process what he said, but I let him know real fast that yes it is his job to help pick up toys he strowed out all over the place.
That boy best just be glad his Mama wasn't in the room.
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