Some of my earliest kitchen memories have to do with cleaning, not cooking. When I was still quite little — perhaps four years old — my mom would put a step stool next to the sink and let me dry the silverware with a fuzzy dishtowel. I would put on an apron and feel very grown-up. I do have cherished memories of cooking while I was a kid, but I have equally fond memories of cleaning up the kitchen. I am curious how our readers approach this with their own kids, from toddlers to teens: Do they help you clean up the kitchen?
As Apartment Therapy's Family Editor, Carrie covers design and modern homelife with children. A lapsed librarian, she lives in Brooklyn with her husband and two kids and is in contention to break the record for most hours spent at the playground.
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