K is sick — first time she’s really been sick (stay home from work sick) in about two years. This evening, I was upstairs running water for the Boy’s bath when I heard the clank of cups and glasses on the counter top.

“I’m going to kick her!” I thought. “She shouldn’t be doing that!”

I went downstairs to find E, who was thirsty, emptying the top rack of the dishwasher.

“Did Mama ask you to do that?”

“No, I just did it. I’m a gentleman.”