Photographic Evidence: What happens when you ask your husband to clean up the kitchen

After dinner tonight I had to put a very crabby and sick (strep) Liam to bed much earlier than normal, so I asked my dear husband to clean up the kitchen before he took Quinn outside to play. Let's take a look at all of his hard work, shall we? We'll start with the kitchen table.

He very carefully put away all things that need to be refrigerated, oh wait, nope, there's some apples there that need to go in the fridge. Well, at least he stacked the plates.

Let's move onto the floor, shall we....

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not sure I need to say anything about this - except maybe I need to show him where we keep the broom.

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And now the counter...

Now excuse me while I go and clean up the kitchen.