I looked up today to see that the little kids had taken it upon themselves to unload the dishwasher as a kindness to Mommy.
Zoey had a fistful of silverware and was touching each. fork. prong. I asked the kids if any of them had washed their hands.
{Insert low 'dun, dun, dun' music... }
Jeff cannot stand it when I let the kids help with any clean dishes that he will have to use. I normally make them wash their hands first, but I think Jeff is of the opinion that no amount of hand washing could make their hands clean enough to handle his silverware.
Who could blame him?
In order to diffuse the situation with humor, I went to get my camera.
Jake had pushed a stool up to the counter so that he could put dishes away.
ACK!
Should I have been taking pictures or ordering him to get down?
OK--this is making me nervous.
Done! "We did dat for you, Mama."
I love them. They are so sweet. Most of the time.
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Tonight before bed, Jake came to show me his latest trick.
No one shot these at him. He just decided to suction them to his face.
"Its my new twick. Don't be jealous."
Side shot for your viewing pleasure.
