Friday, February 28, 2014

The help


I posted this photo on Instagram earlier this week.

I was downstairs unpacking groceries, and came upstairs to find Mary Clare by the sink, valiantly trying to tie a dish towel around her waist to use as an apron. I started to tell her that she knows she's not supposed to play at the sink, when I noticed that she had unpacked her lunch bag and the empty containers were sitting in the basin.

"I'm trying to wash my lunch dishes," she said. "But I can't get my apron to stay on me."

Heart swell.

How could I not love that?

So, I clipped the towel around her waist and helped her get the lids off of some of the containers. She turned on the water, and I adjusted the pressure so it wouldn't shoot out everywhere. And away she went. A few minutes later, she said, "I need more dishes to wash, mommy." So I unpacked my lunch bag, and she worked on those as well.  At one point, she asked about the residue in one of the dishes, and wanted to know what I had for lunch. When I told her it was the same chicken we had the night before, she said, "Oh, yeah. Thanks again for making that."

COME ON. Just tell me what you want already, kid.

I ended up with a pool of water on the counter, and of course her carefully washed dishes went in the dishwasher when she wasn't looking, but it was well worth a soaked dish towel.

She can really make me proud sometimes, that one.

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