Either he's going to clean his room up or I'm going to practice child abuse with the belt or flyswat. 3 damned hours of asking, telling, and threatening are ENOUGH!!
I'm trying to convince him that if he starts with a clean room before his sisters and the Chick get here this evening, he'll have an excuse to insist that they help him clean it up before bedtime. As it is, there's not even room for them to play in there.
I hope I live long enough to see this child raised.