"Sure, Hubba," I answered, leaning in close to hear what he had to say.
And then he whispered, "Get me a drink."
They continued to pull the cushions off of the couch and use them as mini trampolines.
A few minutes later I asked, "Pretty please pick up the Legos?"
Hubba picked up 3 Legos, made them into a gun, pointed it at me and made shooting noises. Curly laughed. Little O looked me square in the eye and said, "NO."
Because bribing is not beneath me, I announced, "If you guys pick up all of the Legos while I finish folding the laundry, I will give you guys ice cream!"
Hubba gave me a look and said, "Wait."
He leaned over to Curly and began whispering something in her ear. "What are you guys up to?" I asked.
"It's a secret," he replied, obviously annoyed. After a minute or two of this they turned to look at me in unison.
"We will pick up Legos for ice cream... and 2 cookies," Hubba stated.
"WHAT?" I responded. "You can't negotiate with me. Forget it - no ice cream OR cookies, just clean up."
Hubba rolled his eyes. More whispering ensued. Curly looked at me, looked at Hubba, then nodded.
"We gots a secret idea, mom," Hubba announced. "How 'bout YOU just clean up the Legos yourSELF and then WE will just eat ice cream?"
"Is a good se-ket, mom," Curly confirmed.
I beg to differ.