I Wish Dishes Were Always This Fun

Carrie heard me open the dishwasher today to unload it, and immediately ran over to "help". The last few times I've unloaded it, she's wanted to get into it, but I've always made her go do something else. Today I let her help and it was adorable!
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She picked all the silverware out and handed it to me to put away.
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When I turned my back for a second and wasn't there to take it from her, she decided she could just put it away by herself.
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Then she started to pull the big stuff out, but she was very good about just handing it to me and moving on to the next thing. When we finished the bottom rack I thought she would get bored and go play. Nope... She wanted to climb up onto the open dishwasher door and help unload the top rack. Rather than start a habit of standing on the door (although she doesn't weigh near enough to do anything to it right now) I pulled a stool over for her to sit on.
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She pulled everything out one by one as I put it away and when we were all done she helped close the door and reached for the controls to turn it on. It was so funny that she knew how to do it!
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A few minutes later when I was trying to load a few dirty dishes in, she ran back over and tried to unload it again. I'm sure she didn't understand the difference, but I was trying to tell her, "No honey, these ones are dirty, they stay inside." Loading with speed was my friend.
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She made doing dishes way more fun than usual. Thanks Carrie :)