Osbert Montgomery furrowed his little brows, "I'm a man, and men don't go into the kitchen."
"Alright then." Olivia Parker took the dirty plate from his hand and set it aside, "Well then, young man, tonight, you'll be eating off this dirty plate and utensils."
The little guy pouted, "No big deal, just throw it away and buy a new set."
Olivia said casually, "In that case, why don't we... go buy a mom instead."
Wiping the countertop with a cloth, Olivia cleaned the cloth and hung it up, then turned to leave the kitchen.
Little Osbert stood by the sink with folded arms, brooding for a while, before reluctantly putting on big gloves and taking the dish soap to wash the dishes.
He poured too much dish soap, and after washing the dishes, there was still a lot of foam on them. He rinsed them casually and put them on the dish rack.
Olivia observed everything from outside the kitchen, not blaming him at all.
