This evening I was preparing dinner when Aaron came into the kitchen and asked me to help him pick up his toys. I was up to my elbows in carrots, so I said, “I can’t right now. I have to cook dinner.” He disappeared. A few moments later he came running into the kitchen, crying that he could not play. What? “I can’t play!!” When I asked why he answered, “Because I made a mess in your garden room.” I stepped around the corner to investigate and saw nothing wrong. He pointed to the mess…a small toy wheelbarrow filled with toys, and a couple of toys littering the ground beside it. I explained that this was no mess at all, and as I bent down to pick up the few straggling toys, Aaron dumped the wheelbarrow over, spilling all the others onto the floor. “Well, NOW it’s a mess,” I said. “Can you help me pick these toys up, Aaron?” He answered very matter-of-factly, “Oh, no I can’t right now. I have to cook!” and he walked off.