This would be a conversation between Zach and I tonight. He was being forced to help me load and unload the dishwasher while John helped me out by cooking dinner.
“Gosh, how many more dishes do we have to load?!”
”As many as it takes to empty the sink.”
*5 minutes later*
“Seriously! Are we done yet?”
”Seriously… no. Quit complaining I do this several times a day with no help.”
*5 more minutes later*
“If this takes much longer I’m flushing myself down the toilet and going to someone else’s house. This sucks.”
Yes…. doing dishes does completely suck. He will get no argument from me on this.
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