Wopping the Doy

Our kids always want to be the one to unlock the door any time we get home.  The rule is that they have to be the first to ask, but they can't ask until we've pulled on to our street.  Cason almost always wins.  Lately we have a new competitor though.  Paige and Cason started yelling a few weeks ago right as we turned onto our street, "Mama, can I unlock the door?"  A second later we heard Neely's little voice say "Mama?  Wop a doy?(Lock a door)"  Now she asks it every time she hears them do it.  She'd already talked about "Wopping the doy" when we're playing out front.  She likes me to give her the keys and she stands on her tiptoes and tries to stick them in the lock. 

Yesterday while I was getting Neely ready for her nap, the older two were supposed to be cleaning up their legos.  Instead, they thought they'd be hilarious and get every toy they could carry from the playroom and put them in a pile on top of the legos.  Ha.  So I made them clean it all up.  I wouldn't help them and they kept begging.  They kept whispering, and all of a sudden they both needed to use the restroom at the same time.  I wanted to see what they had planned, so I let them go.  Paige went to our bathroom, and Cason went to the front one.  They both came out a minute later with wet hair and faces, pretending they were pouring sweat from all their hard work I wouldn't even help them with.  Haha. 

I laughed, took a picture of Cason's glistening face, and made them finish the job, even dripping in sweat.