Since our dishwasher died, we have been training in new helpers.  Joseph, Tim and Stephen washed dishes long enough to have moved into professional status. Then they all grew up and got paid for their labor.   Needless to say, we can't afford their going rate. Clare is gone to camp this week, probably happily washing the dishes for the Schoenstatt sisters.  In a nutshell, this means I've called in the reinforcements.  Some of their work leaves something to be desired.  Namely, dried on food...blech!  And, of course, there always has to be the funny guy that takes FOREVER to get the dishes washed but has such a jolly good time that I have to record it for posterity's sake.

This was his best Santa imitation.