I'll preface this one with, I'm not complaining about this one, but I still find it amusing.
When My daughter was 2, I used to drop her off at day care and my wife would pick her up.
My job moved locations and it became too difficult to drop her off. I agreed that if she did it, I would do the dishes to make up for it. We used to have the rule, whoever cooked the other did the dishes, and we split the cooking detail close to 50 50.
My daughter started going to school, and my wife did most of the schlepping and I continued to do the dishes.
Fine so far.
My daughter is now almost 17, has her own car and like most 17 year olds, tries to avoid her parents whenever possible.
I still do the dishes. Tradition.
When My daughter was 2, I used to drop her off at day care and my wife would pick her up.
My job moved locations and it became too difficult to drop her off. I agreed that if she did it, I would do the dishes to make up for it. We used to have the rule, whoever cooked the other did the dishes, and we split the cooking detail close to 50 50.
My daughter started going to school, and my wife did most of the schlepping and I continued to do the dishes.
Fine so far.
My daughter is now almost 17, has her own car and like most 17 year olds, tries to avoid her parents whenever possible.
I still do the dishes. Tradition.
Comment