Thursday, August 21, 2014

Rotten Milk

Yep, rotten milk.  
It's what our dishes smelled like after two cycles through the dishwasher.  

I'm not sure why and I'm not sure how but something for sure isn't right! 

 I have washed dishes almost my whole life.  Before I was even tall enough to reach, I washed them from a stool that stood in front of our Grandmother's stainless steel sink, bubbles dripping off the elbow.  Every night after supper I dropped the stopper into place and ran the water warm... little sister and I side by side.  

My children have never known this.  Well until now...

The two youngest worked together sharing the sink.   The yellow rubber gloves, time, splashes onto the hardwood floor + lots of conversation. 

 Memories being made.  

I sure hope the dishwasher gets fixed soon but until then we will gather over bubbles in the sink.

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{Throwback Thursday!  Edited repost from 2012}

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