I’m a wicked mother. I make my child earn her keep by scrubbing toilets and taking out the trash.
I’m also going to make her paint the bathroom walls. If you look closely, you can see her handprints right behind where she’s standing. She loves helping me clean, and when I mean “helping” I mean throwing all of the cleaning supplies on the floor and running around the house with my paper towels. That’s ok, though, ‘cause I wouldn’t want it any other way!