My grandma lets me "wash" dishes in the sink once and awhile. She makes lots of bubbles for me to use. I love to pour the water back and forth in cups and sometimes it ends up on the floor. My grandma keeps reminding me NOT to eat the bubbles, but I keep trying to taste them. By the time my shirt is soaking wet, grandma says it is time to stop washing. That makes me sad.
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