Box of Sorrows
I was very excited about the B.O.S. Unfortunately, things have not worked out as planned. Lots of things have been placed in the box since its initial appearance a week ago, but to date, not one single thing has come out of it. Evidently, my children would rather live without their prized possessions (or in one child's case, all of his possessions) than scrub a toilet, vacuum a rug, or fold a load of laundry. Worse yet, the box has become a kind of catchall for undesirables including white socks, shoes, and reading workbooks.
Yesterday I caught one child gleefully throwing his church pants into the box.