Cracking Down

I was cracking down on the kids and their messiness yesterday. It had gotten out of control. They were cleaning, but the frowns were obvious. Ben finished his room and then said, "Mom, when I grow up and have my own house I don't want to ever do boring stuff like cleaning." I said, "Well, what are you gonna do then? You can't live like a caveman." He just shrugged and said, "I'll just get some mom to live with me". Wow, this is wrong on a  lot of levels...