In our house, toy-packing happens once a day, usually just before bedtime.
They know the drill – they get to pour out their toys everywhere, on condition that they pack up before they got to bed.
While the pouring of toys is done with much gusto and enthusiasm, the packing process involves a fair bit of reluctance and shuffling of feet, accompanied with drawls of “I’m so tired”, “my feet hurt”, “I just need to rest for a while first.”
The other day, I found Kirsten sitting next to her toys with a magic wand (my bubble tea straw) in hand, waving it and going “ALAKAZAM!”
Me: Baby, may I ask what you’re doing?
Kirsten: ALAKAZAM! ALAKAZAM!
Me: Um, hello??
Kirsten: Wait mom, I’m doing something.
Me: Yeah, I can see that. The question is what.
Kirsten: I’m trying to make my toys disappear. But it’s not working.
Me: Oh…I’d be very surprised if it works.
Kirsten: ALAKAZAM! Toys, disappear!
Me: Have fun. Just make sure the toys are packed when you’re done.
Kirsten: *pause* KOR KOR, MOMMY SAYS YOU NEED TO PACK UP THE TOYS!!
Me: Ok, that’s a far more impressive trick, but that’s not what I said. BOTH of you need to pack up together.