Boys will be boys

Sammy had a meltdown today and I have to say I got a strange pleasure out of it. Let me explain...

I love having boys. I really do. BUT... I could do without the whole bathroom peeing on the toilet, floors or anything within a 3 foot radius. I mean GROSS! That is just so, so wrong. But that is boys. And I've kinda come to accept it.

Well, tonight I noticed clumps of toilet paper that had been thrown behind the boy's toilet. I was pretty sure I knew the culprit, so I asked Daniel first. I was right, it was little rascal boy #2.

"Okay Sammy, since you threw it back there you get to clean it up."

Oh, Sammy did not like that one bit. And I don't blame him. I would probably throw a fit too if someone made me pick up pee encrusted toilet paper. He was writhing on the floor in tears.

"I can't do it! I can't do it!" he wailed. It was so hard not to laugh, but I kept it together.

"You can and you will."

And he did. And then rushed to the sink and scrubbed his hands with soap and water. I don't think he will be throwing anything behind the toilet anymore. Do you think?