At Least Someone is Listening

For the past week or so, I have been refusing to help Colin make his bed. It usually goes down like this.

Dad: Colin, please make your bed.
Colin: I need your help.
Dad: You can do it. I've seen you do it before. Just do your best.

Then comes more requests for help, followed by possible crying, and eventually a bed made all by Colin.

Today was going the same. I was getting the girls dressed in their room and heard pleas for help from Colin. Before I could even respond, Julia said "Colin just do you best".