Sometimes C helps me fold the towels, and lately I've had in mind to make it her routine chore. Naturally she shies away from assigned responsibility.
Me: Would you please fold the towels?
C: No. Sorry.
Me: There aren't many and you do such a good job.
C: Nope.
<Pause>
Me: You know, when J was your age, it was his job to take care of the shoe closet.
C: But I do that now.
Me: That's right. And it was also HIS job to fold all the towels.
C (running to the laundry basket): MY job! Mine, mine all mine! My job, my job, my job!
C: No. Sorry.
Me: There aren't many and you do such a good job.
C: Nope.
<Pause>
Me: You know, when J was your age, it was his job to take care of the shoe closet.
C: But I do that now.
Me: That's right. And it was also HIS job to fold all the towels.
C (running to the laundry basket): MY job! Mine, mine all mine! My job, my job, my job!
And she did it well and cheerfully, too.
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