After I got back from leaving the boys having their lunch while I answered the Medic Alert call for help for my next-door neighbor who'd fallen, we finished up lunch, and I cleaned a little syrup from the floor.
Next thing I know, Mark has pulled his stool over to the sink and is using the long-handled pot scrubber to "clean out the sink".
"Would you like to wash some dishes?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," he said. So I put some soap and water and unbreakable dishes in the sink, and he went right to work.
Yup. He did up a sink full of plastics while I put my feet up and ate bon bons (or helped rinse).
Where did he learned to do this? Grandma.
[Editor's note: After supper he decided again that he wanted to do dishes. We put the plastic plates, cups, and bowls into the sink with nice warm soapy water and he got started... and then Daddy came home and interrupted him. The NERVE of some people.]