We did some serious rearranging today. Moved Son #4 into Son #3's room, and Son #2 out of said room and into the room that was formerly 4's.
The details are confusing, but the point is this: It was a lot of work.
About an hour into it, I asked Son #3 to please put a soda in the freezer for me. (I like 'em cold!)
"Why do I have to do all the work?"