There are three things I am guaranteed to find while inspecting the room he swore he cleaned. Dried out apple cores decomposing under his bed, sunflower seeds hidden inside his pillow case, and half chewed up foam darts scattered on the floor. Sometimes I think he's really a puppy.
Rio insisted there's too much stuff, and he doesn't know where to put it. So in attempts to give him more space I made an offer he couldn't refuse.
"Rio, why don't you get rid of some of your Buzz Lightyears?" I asked.
He looked at me and shook his head, "No way, Mom!"
"They look pretty beat up," I tried to persuade him, while examining his toys. "How about this," I offered, "I'll trade you."
"Trade me for what?" His interest was triggered.
"If you throw out the old ones...I'll buy you a brand new one," I bartered.
It worked out better than I planned.
I have a feeling my tactics are not going to be received as well in Amaya's room.