A tale of two children

Over the weekend I asked Trinks to clean her room. I understand how overwhelming it can be, so I always let her pick one place to tidy up. She sets the timer and cleans one area for 15 minutes. Then we either move to another area, or decide she's done. As usual, she whined about it. But she did it. I asked S to pick up 2 pieces of dirty laundry from his floor. Fifteen minutes later, I checked his room. The entire room was clean, but the two pieces of dirty clothes were still on the floor. But there was no whining. And his room had been a complete wreck.