This afternoon, Papa Bear was walking around picking up some pieces of paper that Thumbelina said to me "If we have the energy to make the mess, we have the energy to clean it up." I asked him who told him that, and he said that he made it up himself.
He then proceeded to empty the dishwasher, clean up his room, the front room, and sorted and put away all of his little sisters' laundry.
See? With kids like this, I have zero excuse, no excuse at all for not having 50 gazillion of them.