I try to help with the dishes when I can. Sometimes it seems like Mom and Dad only open the dishwasher when I'm secured safely in my highchair, which makes me feel bad because I can't do my part. When the dishwasher opens and I'm not in my highchair, I speed crawl over to it and climb as far into it as possible. I especially like to grab knives and glass bowls. Today I dropped my Zwieback cookie into the dishwasher, which Dad assumed was a mistake, so he gave me another one, which I immediately dropped into the dishwasher again. Fun.
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