Once in awhile, I wish my kids weren't that smart

Brock's room has recently become the toy central in our house. To the point that it has driven me to craziness and he refuses to clean his room. Not acceptable for either of us. So on Wednesday, I lost it. I told Brock that he had to clean up his room or I was going to pack up the toys left on the floor and give them away. He said...OK. What? Crud, now I have to follow through. I tried one more time. "Brock, if you want me to give them away, then you will have to get me some boxes and trash bags." "Ok Mommy, I'll get them." (in my head--NOOOO...this was a trick for you to clean up your room, not for you to turn it around on me....didn't you get the memo? I'm the Mommy.) So, Brock proceeded to grab the empty Avon boxes and the trash bags and we packed up his room. To the tune of 4 boxes, 6 trash bags. We are now having a yard sale in the next couple of weeks. I think we were both overwhelmed with his room. The books were falling off the shelves, the stuffed animals were crammed everywhere, and the drawers were filled with toy pieces and junk. We now have cleared out the books, the animals left are sentimental in value, and there are a few choice toys left in the room. We are all happier. Just in time for Brock's b-day.