My house needs a major overhaul today, so I began in the kids' rooms. The girls "helped" me with their room, then helped with SuperBoy's room. SuperBoy's "tummy hurt", so he had to stay up in his bed while we cleaned.
ten minutes later, I am making lunch when I hear:
SuperBoy: "Mo-om! You forgot to make my bed!"
Me: "Making YOUR bed is one of YOUR jobs."
SuperBoy: "Well, why don't you have any jobs, mom?!"
It's a good thing that kid's mother loves him ... otherwise he'd be living at the zoo.