(Image by Bjarne Thune)
I was sitting at the Dinner table with my Dad and brother Robbie a few nights ago. Robbie exclaimed, "I've got a magic ticket to do the dishes."
"But tonight is your night," I replied.
"Exactly," he said, "Which is why I have a magical ticket." I just looked at him when he decided to continue. "When I have kids I'm going to put up a curtain to block off the kitchen."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because the Kitchen will be a magical place that only Mommies and Daddies can go. Going into the kitchen will be special."
"So doing the dishes will be a privilege," I supplied.
"Exactly," he agreed, smiling at the idea.
At this moment my Dad looked up from the beautiful spaghetti meal I made and said, "I need to put a curtain over the lawn."
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