You've heard that one, right? Let me just preface the following post with the fact that I have a house full of mostly very willing helpers.
When Thomas helped with lunch one day last week...
When Elizabeth helped unstack the dishes...
When Daniel helped unstack the dishes... or something.
In defense of my sweet children, these accidents are abnormal. Generally the worst is a spoon in the wrong slot in the silverware drawer. This was just a weird and particularly rough day. We dealt with things as best we could and no one shed any tears.
Except Daniel when I took him off the dishwasher door.
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