Santa brought the children snow shovels for Christmas.
Since we received a light dusting of snow today, the kids were busy at work. They told me that they'd shovel the steps for a dollar. But what they meant is that each step would cost me a dollar, per child. And the reality is they never actually shoveled the steps at all.
Instead, they flung the snow at each other and dragged their shovels all over the driveway (I think they're still out there, somewhere?) and when they were sufficiently chilled, they marched in to the house with snow covered boots and discarded their wet clothing from the front door all the way down the hall to their bedrooms while sweetly requesting hot chocolate.
I still paid them. After I picked up their wet clothes. And made them hot chocolate. And cleared off the steps, myself.
Because I am a loving mother.
(Who, it would appear, needs to improve her negotiation skills.)