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dishy

after dinner, cam said he'd do the dishes while i read paul his bedtime stories. i agreed to this, but when paul and cam ran off to play, i decided that i might as well just do the dishes since there weren't all that many of them.

gloves on, water pouring into the sink, i quickly washed most of the dishes. i was almost done when a pan slipped in the dishrack, alerting cam to the broken agreement. suddenly i heard tiny pounding footsteps.

paul: [fierce expression] stop doing the dishes!
paul: stop doing the dishes!
paul: daddy's gonna do the dishes!
me: [laughing]

paul ran away, but he was soon back with the same fierce look -- brows drawn together, eyes angry, mouth pouty.

paul: daddy frowned at you!

oh, the terror.

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