Tonight I was asking the kids to please help clean up the kitchen after dinner.
A: Could you please vacuum the floor?
E: Please empty the dishwasher.
S: Would you please clear off the table?
and so on...
I was busy directing traffic, and the youngest of us all asked "Mom, what's MY chore?"
Truth be told, our chore chart needs updating. It's been the same since he was born.
I hurried to make one up, since I knew that it was important to make him feel needed. AND, that he ought to be having a regular chore at dinner time, as well.
I said "Your job is to empty the silverware out of the dishwasher."
His reply: "But mo-om; that's my hate-y-est chore."
Not to digress from the season of love; we've been enjoying homemade cinnamon toast, more fruit-y-licious smoothies and chocolates for tidy beds... we have a food thing going on to be sure.
But what's YOUR hate-y-est chore?