I got a wet counter.
I got a wet floor.
Three wet chairs.
Wet aprons, shirts, and pants.
Wet floor mats.
Twenty wet toes.
One mad Jett (because he didn't get to help.)
And a big pile of wet, (mostly) clean dishes.
I can live with that.
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4 comments:
Wow, that's something i would be happy with.
ooooo, I have a BIG pile of dirty dishes at my house! And, the wet floor is kind of like mopping, right?
funny...I remember getting those very same rewards when I was the mommy of little helpers. Ah...makes me wonder where the time went, and how much I miss them. *sigh*
That is so funny! That is what happens when I let the girls do my dishes-but they sure do love it!
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