In our house, dishwashing is man's work. Ian's the #1 dishwasher; if he's not here, Josh takes it on. I've been trying to get Lauren acclimatized to the task. After all, when Ian leaves home next year it'll be her after-dinner chore. She is exceedingly unimpressed with the idea. Her hands are way too dainty for all that yucky food. I'll have to get her some rubber gloves with faux fur cuffs, I think. But for now, I'm grateful for my dishwashing men.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
December views, day 20
In our house, dishwashing is man's work. Ian's the #1 dishwasher; if he's not here, Josh takes it on. I've been trying to get Lauren acclimatized to the task. After all, when Ian leaves home next year it'll be her after-dinner chore. She is exceedingly unimpressed with the idea. Her hands are way too dainty for all that yucky food. I'll have to get her some rubber gloves with faux fur cuffs, I think. But for now, I'm grateful for my dishwashing men.
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