The girls are in change of washing and rinsing dishes tonight. I loaded the dish washer and it's already running and Glen is at Young men's, since he is now the president.
There are still dishes. So they are helping. I will dry, if they get more than two for me to dry in the drying rack.
They have turned the dishes in to toys. There is a wife, who is drowning in to hot of rinse water, floor gnomes, talking happy tongs, some bubble blowing in the rinse water, eating of dish soap bubbles, and a song being sung about dirt. I have my amusement for the evening.
The sink is as full of water as it can be, their hands are prunes, the floor is wet in front of the sink, and a large stack of uncleaned dishes still remain. It is bed time though, so I guess I'll be finishing dishes. But I did get Daryl to sleep while waiting for them. I can't complain about an evening where the kids help with dishes while getting along, and giving me good entertainment and the chance to rock my baby boy to sleep. Life is good.
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