When we get home (together, usually, as we normally carpool), we change out of work clothes, file the day's paperwork and unpack empty lunch sacks - putting dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
At least, that's usually the routine.
I was in the middle of filing paperwork when I heard The Boy exclaim, Oh! There are clean dishes in the dishwasher!
Yes, I said. And I'm glad you discovered that. It means you can unload the dishwasher.
** Silence **
I guess that's the way it works, a distant voice called. But you can't ask a man who isn't in the kitchen anymore to unload the dishwasher. Those are the rules.
And sure enough, when I glanced into the kitchen, this was the only thing there:
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