by Mama Mabel
Last night, I did not want to do the dishes. There weren't that many since I've made a point of staying somewhat caught up with them, but I still didn't want to do them. I wanted to play with Ladybug because it was almost her bedtime when we finished our late dinner. As a compromise, I called her in to do dishes with me.
Ladybug is my helper in all things possible, but washing dishes is one of her favorite chores. I wash them in a plastic tub in the bathtub which allows her to reach the water coming from the faucet and the edge of my washtub along with whatever dish I put close enough for her to grab.
A few days ago, she requested her own plastic mesh scrubber like I use and washed the same sippy cup for 10 minutes. Last night she fixated on rinsing. She would fill a plastic cup at the faucet with the utmost concentration. Then, when I washed a dish, she would pour her cup of water over it and laugh hysterically. The most exciting times were when she caught me holding a plate horizontally and the water went bouncing back into the air. She also built up suspense for herself by tilting her cup just enough to get a few drops out then righting it again. She'd look at me like, "look at the power I weld! Only I can release the water from the cup!" Needless to say, the small number of dishes took a lot longer to wash than necessary. Once they were all done, we did our standard parade back to the kitchen with me carrying the full drying rack and her carrying the empty wash tub. Coondog told us we had too much fun washing dishes. I would have agreed with him but there's no such thing as too much fun with your kid. Especially if it transforms washing dishes from a chore to a hilarious exploration of the wonders of a cup of water.
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