Our kids want to help do everything, and we usually try and let them help when we can. There have been times when I have been patient enough to let our two help with the dishes. They have water everywhere but in the sink, they fight over who washes and who rinses, and of course they really want to play so they don't get the dishes clean. (We'll see how quick they are to volunteer to help in a few years)
Tonight, we finished up dinner and began cleaning up. We heard water running and a commotion in the kitchen. There they were at the sink, standing on two small stools arguing over who would wash and who would rinse the dishes.
"No! I'm five so I get to do it!" yelled our daughter. "You don't tell me what to do anyway!" our son shouted back. "Well you're still a baby and you go to daycare!" she added. "Well dove," he incorrectly responded. ("Dove" was supposed to be "Duh"- but he's only three)
We finally heard enough and intervened.
"What are you two doing anyway?" I asked. "Mommy," she laughed. "We're gonna wash the dishes."
I hated to disappoint them but I didn't have the patience tonight. "No babies, not tonight," daddy told them. "Thanks anyway, but go on and play for a little bit more before it's time to go to bed."
Surprisingly they left without whining or complaining, but they did stomp off. A minute later they came back into the kitchen looking through drawers.
"What do you need?" I asked. They kept searching as if they didn't hear me. Daddy and I looked at each other and he said, "Did you hear ya mama. What are ya lookin' for?"
They were looking for markers. "Oh here we go!" our daughter smiles. She motions for her shadow (her brother) to come with her. They march off again and on their way upstairs, she says to him, "We need to make them some love cards because they don't have no love in their hearts." Easily persuaded, he joins in and says, "Dey need some love!" as he trips on the stairs.
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