What They Hear

This may or may not be true of children in general, but I can assure you, it is most certainly true of boys.

What we say:

"Boys, please clean up your rooms, put on some pants, zip your fly, remove your underwear from the dining room, flush the toilet, put the ants back outside, wash your hands and untie your brother."

What they hear:

"Boys, please clean up your rooms, put on some pants, zip your fly, remove your underwear from the dining room, flush the toilet, put the ants back outside, wash your hands and untie your brother."

Not even the sound of crickets...mostly because one of them cornered the poor creature and, while admiring it, the other one came along and stomped on it just because he could.

Hello?  Boys?  Boys.  Boys!

"Huh?"

What we say again:

"Please clean up your rooms, put on some pants, zip your fly, remove your underwear from the dining room, flush the toilet, put the ants back outside, wash your hands and untie your brother."

What finally sinks in:

"Clean your pants, zip your underwear, dining room toilet, flush the ants and wash your brother."

None of which happens, by the way.  I give up!