A morning in the kitchen

“Now it’s time for me to do my task!” I hear from the living room. The next sound is the pitter patter of tiny feet, running into the kitchen where I stand making coffee.

My five year old nephew has bolted in with his breakfast bowl, now empty of chocolate chip mini muffins. He politely requests a stool so he can wash his bowl and put it in the dishwasher. For the past 12 hours, he has been bound and determined to not only clean his dishes, but everyone else’s as well.

Joining us in the kitchen, my sister proudly looks on as he squirts, swishes and rinses. “Look mama, now you don’t have to worry about dishes no more!” his sweet voice exclaims.

She turns to me, “You heard that too right?” I bear witness to the 5 year old’s promise.