On Strike

We had the temerity to ask Chloe to clear the table after dinner tonight. You’d think that in the spirit of Christmas (and in the hope that she’d get lots of presents for good behavior), she’d gladly cooperate.

I have a post-it on my computer at work that says, “Do not ASSume.” That’s because I’ve been caught too many times assuming that folks know things, when in fact, they don’t know much.
I assumed that Chloe would just suck it up and clear the table. I don’t know what kool-aid I was drinking, because let’s face it, her reaction was not at all surprising. Instead, she made a big show of having to haul her plate to the dishwasher. She made an even bigger show of having to haul Grammy’s plate to the dishwasher. She then decided to let her dissatisfaction be known by going on strike. As you can see from her sign, clearing the table constitutes too much hard work.
Ma chere Chloe definitely has a healthy dose of French genes. The French love to strike. In fact, there was a large strike in France just this week. Chloe must have heard about it.
When Grammy mentioned that there are child labor laws, Chloe’s eyes widened and a grin spread across her face. She threatened to call 911 to report us for violating said laws. I’m serious.
After the photo shoot that yielded the picture you’re now viewing, she helped out a little bit more. Under protest. A few minutes later I saw her makeshift sign in the garbage and knew that the strike was over. At least until tomorrow.

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