Typical

Last night, I decided that I wanted the front of the house to be clean. That involves getting the kids to move the crap that they keep on/around the chest by the front door. One of the items lying on the chest was a little flower made out of post-its. It was made by Megan. I told her that she needed to either throw it away or put it in her room. Her choice was to throw it away. Halfway to the garbage, she met Tripp and he commented that it was a cool flower. She gave it to him. He spent about 10 seconds looking at it while walking to the front room to get all of his crap. Then he put it down on the chest. Right where it started. A couple of minutes later, I walked by, saw the flower, and started bitching. At this point, Tripp won't put it away, because he says that it belongs to Megan. Megan won't put it away because she says she gave it to Tripp. The solution? "If someone doesn't put this away RIGHT NOW, everyone is going to bed at 8." The bad news? One of them took care of it, so I didn't get to go to bed at 8. Dammit.