Child Labor??

I'm either doing something really RIGHT or something very WRONG!?!? Every time I empty the dishwasher she comes running around the corner to do her part.. and if I start unloading it, I have to, "put those back!!! Thats MY JOB!" Testy, testy....

If only she had the same enthusiasm about her other jobs.. Making her bed, and cleaning her room. She demands money for those... I dont know how she did it, but she must of called her Uncle Greg. She has her piggy bank that she keeps her money in, "nice and safe so no kids can get it." The funny thing, is that she doesn't want the pennies, she wants the SILVER ones... dang it. How does she know?!?!