Division of Labor

Happy Labor Day everybody!

I was planning on cleaning off the grill, having a labor day barbecue feast, take lots of pictures with food, and put them all up on here. Alas, none of these things came to pass. Since moving to the new place I have yet to stock up on the charcoal for our Weber kettle grill. I fully intended to pick some up at the grocery store, but. . . we ended up walking there. I decided against carrying the 5 bags of groceries, a 2 year-old, and a 20 lb. bag of charcoal briquettes across a busy street up a couple of blocks to the house. So instead, S and R enjoyed some good old pizza.

A while back, S and I got into the habit of after dinner one of us would bring R up to get her bath while the other cleaned up from dinner. After the move, this was less of a ritual, but the last couple of days, when I gave R her bath, S did the clean-up. R must have been paying attention, as you shall see. I think R has gotten tired of the baths I give her, so when S volunteered to give her a shower, she nodded enthusiastically, turned to me and said, "Daddy, wash the dishes."

Whether or not she appreciates it, at least she recognizes when we're doing work around the house.

edit: I'd better go get those dishes done!