When I get mad at Seth for refusing to use the dirty clothes hamper, he reminds me of this little habit of mine.
Here it is at another angle:
Those are all my shoes, except that one greenish pair. Those are Seth's really rad green shoes. And those are my incredibly pink sandals. Wow, those are really pink.
So I can't get mad at Seth for not using the dirty clothes hamper until I defeat this habit of taking off my shoes and leaving them under the coffee table. Or else he'll always be equipped with ammunition to strike back.
Me: Seth, the middle of the bedroom is not the place for your dirty socks! Why can't you just drop them in the hamper?
Seth: Well, under the coffee table is not the place for all your shoes. Why can't you just drop them in the closet?
Dangit. See, then he doesn't have to pick up his socks because all my shoes are strung out.
I've got to break this habit. I've got to. This logic can't be fair. You mean I have to be neat and tidy to expect him to be neat and tidy? Dangit. That's not how it's supposed to work.