"Why do you guys get the dining room?" Kyle complained.
"Because I'm in charge." Zeke answered with a smirk. He moved to the dining room and I followed.
We definitely had the easiest job. The dining room table was already cleaned. Zeke instructed me to do the vacuuming while he reorganized the table and chairs. Three on each long side and one at each end of the table. I maneuvered the vacuum as he moved them back and forth. Then he had us move the China dishware from the glass cabinet to the sink in the kitchen. He washed and I dried. The twins had it tougher. Kyle was scrubbing the oven on the inside while Dave cleaned out the fridge and reorganized it so a few shelves were empty.
Zeke and I finished first, putting the dishes back in the glass cabinet, ready to be used for tomorrow. The only reason the twins finished before Mom came home with the groceries was that she had taken hours. It was practically time for dinner.
