It takes a lot of work to wash your dish when your five.
We have an everybody-wash-your-own-dish-in-our-house agreement.
Not that everyone really agrees, but the adults surely do.
Last night while reminding my five-year-old he must stop everything he is doing and
come back out to wash his plate, I stopped and watched for a moment what this entailed.
We used our ceramic dishes for dinner and it took everything he had to get it down from atop
our tall bar where we sat. A two step process . . . Getting it down to the stool, climbing his
This is where I traded him. I offered for him to wash a wooden cutting board
while I washed the dish ~ Hoping to save its weary life from a fatal crash to the floor . . .
It then took scrubbing, more scrubbing and scouring.
Water, more water, soap, soap again . . .
You get the point . . .
Not just a quick minute. I appreciate now, just a bit more, what it takes when your five
and your mother calls "Come back and wash you dish . . . "
Cheers ~ Marica