He has to replace anything he loses, and I'm not loaning out my stuff anymore. By the way, we still haven't found the size 7 black Nike basketball shoe either. Every night, when I go downstairs to say goodnight to R.J., I shake my head when I see his unmade bed. Then, like a fool, I always make it. Not a good move.
Homework is another one.
I laughed when another mother told everyone she got all her homework in last week. She realized she was carrying the weight of her son's homework when he should have been the one doing it. There comes a time when kids need to do a little more for themselves and live with the consequences if they don't. So, I've filled my last water bottle. I've made their last bed.