My mother taught us how to do dishes approximately the same time she potty trained us. I can remember being perched on a chair next to the sink, towel tied around my waist, with suds up to my elbows. The initial stacking of dishes was of upmost importance, plates in the middle with bowls stacked on top, cups set inside one another and laid parallel to the plates, silverware gathered in a neat pile and set to the right. The rinse water was scalding. We became quite handy with spaghetti tongs, aptly lifting any slippery, odd shaped item successfully onto the harvest gold drying rack. We each had an assigned dish day, and if we didn't do them? Well, then they found their way onto our bed until we saw fit to get to them.I look back with admiration, realizing now that it takes at least 10 times the effort to teach your offspring how to work than it does just to do it yourself.
I'm afraid I'm not doing very well.
How it going at your house?
4 comments:
not going so well at our house either, but it's funny that we are on the same page. i devised a fhe yesterday (that we will impart tonight) that will be the first step to changing all that!!
did i say 'that' enough in the last sentence? that is that.
My Gma loved to do dishes and we loved to do them with her...in the scalding hot water. It's hard to know what's best for the kids, what can they handle & accomplish. I need to be a better teacher that's for sure.
Now I know where Becky gets her affinity for scalding-hot water in the sink! And how did you change your kids' photos in this post? What program is that?--timo
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