The pied piper

In the fairy tale the piper plays his flute to lead away the children and the rats to their destruction.
In our tale the piper is 4 and he charms the puppy with his harmonica.
Her mezmorized state is broken only by a hint of tail wagging, typically though it is making loud, fast whapping sounds hitting the walls, chairs, kids, whatever.
Then magically (and worth every cent) the older 2 siblings get their own rooms, finally!
Now if only that charmed harmonica could play a tune that could make rooms clean themselves.

Maybe you have seen messier rooms.
From my kids I never have.
I took pictures for my own sake, for when they are teens and the carpet is completely unrecognizable.
I know I will want to remember the "good old days" and be grateful I had them.
Surprisingly just a little time spent organizing and dejunking creates its own magic and the mess is again just a memory.

We wondered if the kids would be lonley but, as you can see N. (and Z.too, just not in the picture) on his bed, they spend way more time on their own now.
Loving it.
The rough part for N. was when he found the stash mom had put away quietly for the D.I.
In my defense, imagine if every toy and paper 4 kids brought home or received were allowed to stay in the house.
Hoarders ring a bell?
The rule is when something comes in something else has to go out.
Here's the part that brought tears to his eyes.
I told him he had to trade his Wii controller(the last working one that happened to be in his hand when he came across the box) for anything he took out of the box.
Trade.
Sounds fair to me.
Could a plastic (duplicate, mind you) spider really be worth all the inner turmoil?
Apparently.
Long story short.
Mom looses on this one because little spiders, although creepy, really are little and I am working really hard on Mercy.