My parents were over for the weekend and were watching the kids. We had eaten dinner and the kids forgot to clear the table.
Mom: You kids have to do more to help around the house.
Oldest: We do! We clean up our rooms and put away our stuff.
Mom: No, that's just your stuff. You need to do more to help your mother.
Angus: Like what?
Mom: When your mother was little she did lots to help. She mopped the floor, set the table, made dinner, did the laundry, washed the dishes, and lots more.
The kids stare at my Mom in shock.
Angus whispers to Oldest: Poor Mommy, I'm so glad Grandma isn't our Mommy. She's mean.
Youngest: Grandma, Angus called you mean!
Angus: I meant she was mean to Mommy. Not now! You are a nice Grandma! The bestest nicest most wonderful Grandma in the whole world. (Way to work for that birthday present!) But well, you were kind of, sort of, a little bit mean to Mommy.
Youngest: Yeah like a wicked stepmother mean.
Grandma just laughs.
Angus turns to me: Did Daddy have to work like a slave for his Mommy too?
Oldest cuts in: He's lucky.
Me: No, it's cause he's a boy.
Oldest: Oh yeah, boys are useless.