Sunday, September 14, 2025

That's Not Mine! A Story About Working Together - A Children's Story

That's Not Mine! A Story About Working Together

By Bill Conley
America’s Favorite Children’s Storyteller

Moral to the Story:
A happy home is built on teamwork and shared responsibility.
Saying "That's not mine!" doesn’t make the mess go away.
We all live here, so we all help make things tidy and right.
It’s not about who did it—it’s about what needs to be done.
Doing your part, even when it’s not your fault, shows maturity and love.
Families grow stronger when everyone chooses to help without being told.

In a cozy little house on Maple Tree Lane lived the Tibbles family: Mom, Dad, and their three children—Charlie, Lily, and Max. The house was warm and filled with laughter, but lately, it had also been filled with something else—mess.

Shoes were kicked off in the entryway, toys were scattered across the living room like a tiny tornado had passed through, dishes sat in the sink like they were on vacation, and crumbs made a trail from the kitchen to the couch.

One Saturday morning, Mom walked into the living room, stepped on a toy block, and winced. “Ouch! Whose block is this?” she asked, rubbing her foot.

“That’s not mine!” Charlie called from the couch without looking up from his book.

“Not mine either!” Lily shouted from the stairs.

Max peeked out from behind the curtain and shrugged. “I don’t even play with blocks anymore.”

Mom sighed and picked it up herself. A few minutes later, she found a plate with crusty crumbs still sitting on the counter. “Who left this plate here?” she asked.

“That’s not mine,” Charlie said again.
“Wasn’t me,” said Lily.
“I didn’t even eat toast,” Max added.

Dad walked in, looked around at the clutter, and shook his head. “Alright, everyone, family meeting in the living room. Now.”

The three kids sat on the couch as their parents stood in front of them.

“We need to talk,” Mom said. “Our house is becoming a mess, and every time we ask for help, we hear the same thing—‘That’s not mine.’”

Dad nodded. “But the truth is, this isn’t just your house or our house—it’s our home, together. And when something is out of place, it’s everyone’s job to help, not just the person who made the mess.”

Charlie crossed his arms. “But why should I clean up something I didn’t even do?”

Lily nodded. “Yeah, it doesn’t seem fair.”

Mom sat down beside them. “Fair doesn’t always mean ‘even.’ It means doing what’s right. If you see trash on the floor at school, do you leave it just because it’s not yours?”

Max shook his head slowly. “No… I guess not.”

Dad smiled. “Right. We help because we care—not just because we caused the mess. That’s what families do.”

From that day on, something started to change in the Tibbles home.

When Lily saw socks in the hallway, she picked them up and put them in the laundry basket—even if they were Max’s.

When Max saw empty cups on the counter, he rinsed them and loaded them in the dishwasher—even if they weren’t his.

And when Charlie found puzzle pieces under the coffee table, he gathered them and put them in the box—even though he hadn’t played with them in weeks.

Soon, the house felt brighter and cozier. It wasn’t just tidy—it was filled with kindness. Helping out became a way of showing love.

One evening, Mom walked into the clean living room, smiled, and said, “Thank you, team. This place feels like home again.”

Charlie grinned. “Even if it’s not mine, I still want to help.”
“Me too,” said Lily.
“Yeah,” said Max, “we all live here, after all.”

And from then on, whenever something was left out or needed cleaning, no one waited to be told. They just pitched in—because in the Tibbles house, the words “That’s not mine!” had been replaced with something much better:
“I’ve got it!”

Poem to the Story:
When something’s left out and no one will claim,
Don’t point a finger, don’t look to blame.
Just lend a hand, do your part each day,
Help keep your home tidy in every way.
It’s not about “me,” it’s about “we”
Together we live, so together we’ll be.

Three Questions to Talk About the Story:

1.     Why do you think it's important to help clean up even if the mess isn’t yours?

2.     How does it feel when someone helps you without being asked?

3.     What are three things you can do this week to be a better helper in your home?

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