Mr. Plate

One of the few perks of having children, besides basking in the glow of their undying love, is child-labor. Hallie turned seven recently, a perfect milestone for dishwashing. I’ve been doing that unenviable task for the past fifteen years, so I’m more than happy to pass the torch to my eldest daughter.

Last night, Hallie cleared the table, grabbed her stool, and began rinsing and loading the dishwasher. Wifezilla passed by when Hallie picked up the first dish and overheard her say, “Well hello Mr. Plate, you’re my first customer!”

Sometimes the cuteness is baked in.