So yesterday  I woke up and heard the water running in the kitchen.  My first instinct was to yell out "turn off the water", but then I decided to check out what exactly was going on.  I walk down the steps and peek into the kitchen and low and behold to my surprise I find my 7 year old son doing the dishes, voluntarily nonetheless.  But the best part about it was later at the pool when our neighbor Don asked him why he did the dishes, his reply was "because I love my mom".  Is that the sweetest thing ever or what.