My so-called difficult child is .... hold onto your hats.... Cleaning my living room. Cleaning my kitchen, including the floor. Putting together a bookshelf for Diva. Unasked. Unsolicited. With no expectation of personal gain for himself. It's been so long since I've gotten any help (without major drama) around here that I just burst into tears. He is unrecognizable as a difficult child anymore.