Our dishwasher died about 2 weeks ago. Not completely dead. But injured. And we had dealt with this problem several times already, and we knew we wanted to eventually replace the black dishwasher with a stainless steel one, so we decided it was a good enough time to go for it.
We had to wait about 10 days before the new one arrived and was installed. Which meant washing dishes by hand. A novelty to the kids, I soon discovered.
One evening, early in the washing-by-hand stretch, we were washing & drying dishes together as a family. . . . Like I said, this was something very different and foreign to our evening dinner routine. You just rely on a dishwasher, you know?!
Anyways, Scott and I stopped in our tracks when Anna said the following:
"It's like we're poor people and we have to wash the dishes."
Uhhhh . . .
A moment of a stunned silence. We weren't sure whether to be embarrassed or amused! A little of both, for sure.
It made me realize 3 things:
- These kids have it pretty good
- You never know what is going to come out of a 7 year old's mouth
- Maybe we need to make "washing the dishes by hand" a weekly family activity. As much as it was a pain, it was also a pretty great way to pull the family together and to work together.