I am home from church today with Olivia, who is sick (the annual bout of Impetigo).
So I started my pot roast, and loaded the dishwasher. (Because Saturday is a special day, but we’re not always completely ready for Sunday).
And when I was done loading the dishwasher, I went to put in the detergent (I use Electrasol Tabs from Costco), and then . . .
Calvin wasn’t there to put it in. I had to do it myself.
And that made me sad in a sentimental sort of way.
Because ever since he was a wee little thing, toddling around behind me, he has put the detergent tab in. He would sit patiently and wait while I loaded, then as soon as I pulled the soap out, he would run over, take it from me, place it in it’s little compartment, close the compartment door, close the dishwasher, and push the power on button. It has been his thing ever since.
And I love having little shadows under foot, just waiting for their chance to be a big helper. And it should always be remembered that Calvin put the detergent in the dishwasher.