Remembering that #sonTwo became a lot more helpful around the house after I fell off a ladder and banged my shin against the corner of the fireplace. (No bones broke.) He yelled at me about it and swore that anything requiring ladders was now his job. And he stuck to that for the remainder of his time at home.

Carrying too many groceries home and pulled my wrist out of joint? "All you had to do was call and we would have come and helped you." ... and they (he and his younger brother) did so until they moved away.