As I was filling up the sink to do yet another pile of dishes today (our dishwasher's been broken for more than a week), Manda pulled up a chair alongside me to help.
"I'm a good helper, huh mom?"
"Doing dishes can be one of my chores, okay?"
Sounds fabulous to me.
I then left Manda with scrub brush and bubbles up to her elbows to go put Josh down for a nap. THEN I got sidetracked by emails in my office (I swear, that's the first time that's ever happened) From downstairs, I hear:
"Hey MOM! Can you help me with the dishes please??"
A few minutes later, as she's washing, and I'm re-washing, and rinsing, I say:
"Manda, you are so good at doing dishes! Should we tell Daddy what a good helper you are?"
"Okay Mom. Why don't you write it on his blog so he can read about it?"
Sounds good to me.