Whoops, Child Labor!
I am bringing a tray of clean dishes to the front to put away while my coworker is in the back washing more. A little girl, about three years old, wanders near the entrance to the kitchen. Her dad is right behind her.
Dad: “Oh, no, you can’t go in there. If you go in there, they’ll put you to work.”
Me: “Yep. Would you like to wash dishes?”
Little Girl: “Um… yes.”
Me: “Well, in that case, you can stay!”
Dad: “All right. Mom and I will see you later. We’re going home.”
We both expect the little girl to turn around to him, but instead, she begins tip-toeing closer to the kitchen and peeks around the corner of the entrance.
Dad: “Okay, no. You can’t actually stay here and do dishes.” *To me* “Thanks, and have a good night!”
Me: “You, too!”