Dishwasher!

Why do you think we had children? Is is the love, the cuddles, the naked baby bellies, the laughter?

Obviously not. Following these two on their mode of transportation into the kitchen,

you will see the un-unionized children hard at work.

Lola's first word, at seven months old, was DISHWASHER. Clear as day, in her tiny high voice. My mom, Dakota and I all heard it. She never said it again, but it still counts. And as you can see, there was a reason for it.

Lola teaches Ever about keeping the butter knives toward the back, where Mommy can't get ahold of them and cut herself.

Ever has learned her duty well. Here, she clearly disapproves of the state of this 'clean' fork.

And like a good employee daughter, takes care of the problem herself. The next time you come to dinner, inspect your fork and spoon closely before you eat. I'll poke my own eye if you can't see your own reflection. ' Licked Clean ' is our motto.