More working hands

Yesterday's blip depicted the oldest hands in the household, today's is the youngest. The chicken-poxer wanted to wash up the cups while I got the dinner ready. I wish I could attach sound as then you could also hear his humming, mumbled in a world of his own. Funnily enough today I got a flashback of being small myself, messing in the bubbly washing-up water with my mum's blue pinny on to hopefully keep me dry. It worked as well as a chocolate fire guard and kept me about as dry as the freshly changed young man now sitting next to me.