If there is anything that I hate more than cleaning the bathroom, it's cleaning the playroom. There is something about this fifth level of hell that makes me want to voluntarily run to the dentist and ask for a root canal. The kids enjoy cleaning this room just as much as I do.
Needless to say, the room was a disaster, which is putting it politely. I'm pretty sure it looked like this:
Then I had a brilliant idea:
The playroom was cleaned in less than 90 minutes with zero complaining. Aaron even volunteered to vacuum.
Oh, Boyd the Elf, I will miss you after Christmas.