Jake’s been working hard on his Royal Ranger merit. His first dish-scraping, dishwasher-loading experience was fairly distressing, but we’ve overcome. I got him some rubber gloves, and he needed fewer verbal cues (can you tell I’m a PT?) to get the job done.
Somehow, I think I’ll always be stuck in that phase of life where the more help I get, the longer chores take.
Still, I’m quite proud of his progress.