One of the endearing things The Accountant does each morning is unpack the dishwasher and either do a quick wash up or put away dishes washed the night before. I appreciate his efforts very much. (Especially since I hate those chores.)
One morning he yelled out to me, “Why did you put the television remote in the dishwasher?”
I still can’t understand why I got the blame when the other occupant of the house was a two year old boy.
I was innocent. Honest.
Number 4 button still doesn’t work very well anymore, but it really is remarkable what can survive a dishwasher.