My children can fight over anything. Usually it drives me crazy. Tonight’s fight (well, one of tonight’s fights) I didn’t mind.

I was telling them of a new addition to their daily chart (which is more like a when-I-manage-to-remember-it chart). The new addition is an additional rotating chore each day. I gave examples, which included cleaning their bathroom.

Son suddenly crumpled into tears.

No, it’s not why you think.

“She never lets me do it,” he cried.

Me: “What??”

Son: “She never lets me clean the bathroom!” *tears fly*

Me: “You can both clean the bathroom.” (Ah, beautiful words I never thought I’d utter.)

Son: “She always does it all by herself!” *tears fly*

Me: “You can clean MY bathroom—want to clean my bathroom?”

Son: *sob* “Yes.”

Me: (holding back laugh) “You can clean my bathroom any time you want. OK?”

Son: *sniffle and nod* “OK.”

You would think their bathroom would be spotless.