Actually that was his idea. Washing dishes looks like fun! Too bad that isn't going to last. Still not going to get him out of washing dishes when he's older.

 

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its fun until you have to lol

i love those dimples

 

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my 7 yr old finally has been putting his dishes in the dishwasher...that i am grateful for.

 

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heh my so "use" to think it was fun too

 

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When I see "labor" I think about other things involving a baby's arrival. /shudder


My toddler loves "helping" with the dishes i.e. playing in the water with the bubbles and sharing all that fun time with mommy.

 

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Still working on the harnesses so they can pull my lawn mower...

 

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Hah, I remember always wanting to mow the lawn. (We had a big lawn, including an orchard so it required a big riding mower.)

Finally I was allowed to and I realized how much the job sucked. "Too late, it's your job now."

My sister was so jealous that I didn't have to vacuum the house, I got to ride around on a big toy. My father eventually relented and she did one loop around the orchard and gave up. It remained my job despite brutal allergies and asthma, I'd finish with eyes and nose streaming and would have used an inhaler several times.

I knew better than to ask to use the snow blower. Eventually that was my job too. The thing was older than me and barely started, only after dozens and dozens of pulls. It was a brutal workout just to get it started. After that it was ok. When I moved out Dad put on an aftermarket electric starter that you plugged into a wall socket. The thing drew so much juice it would dim the lights in the whole house, and even then it took a few minutes of steady cranking to even get a sputter.


(Plus we had to walk 400 miles to school, up a cliff both ways in freezing rain every day. Yeah.)

 

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you forgot that you had to share your shoes w/ your sister

 

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