When I was young, I shared a room with my two little sisters, Kathryn and Eliza. Eliza was too small to help us clean our room, so the chore fell to Kathryn and me. Since I was the oldest, I felt it was my responsibility to make cleaning "fun," so I invented what I dubbed "cleaning games."
The first game we tried was simply titled "Store." The game was as simple as the name. I would be the checker and Kathryn was the buyer. She would load her arms full of items she found on the floor and then "check out." I'd ring up her items then she would put them away. We would do this until the room was clean. The only issue, Kathryn wanted to be the checker too. So, it was time to come up with another "game."
This next game was more of a race. We would take turns counting to something like 100 while the other person would pick up as many things off the floor as they could. Whoever picked up the most items, won. I tried counting as slow as I could and told Kathryn not to count to fast, so I could win. Needless to say, she wanted to win so she counted fast. The race eventually transformed. After a while, and a few changes to the rules, I could be found laying on the bed with my eyes closed, my face in the pillow, "counting in my head" (so I said) to some ridiculous number like 1, 245, 583, while Kathryn was cleaning the room as fast as she could so she could win!!! I think she won every time!
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