Growing up, my parents could always convince me to pick u my toys by threatening to throw them in the trash. Anything left on the floor after a certain time was eligible for the garbage heap.
I am not sure if I ever lost some toys, but the threat did keep me on my toes and generally kept my toys put away.
We have problems convincing Macey to do her fair share of cleaning up her toys. Emma is a champion picker upper almost all of the time, and I guess that Macey has realized that someone else will take care of it.
So yesterday, I brushed off the old threat. There was a miniature Dora doll on the floor in the dining room, and I asked Macey to pick it up.
Not the answer I was looking for. I tried again.
"Macey, pick up the Dora or I am going to pick her up and throw her in the trash."
Well, my Macey may be little but she's big on stubborn. She walked right over, picked Dora up, and threw her away in the kitchen trash.
That was not what I had in mind. But I guess Dora did get picked up. But I had to save her from the trash.