It's called responsibility

When I was a kid, I loved visiting my grandparents' house. It meant eating Froot Loops for breakfast, swimming in the neighbor's pool and more arts and crafts than you can shake a popsicle stick at.

Anastasia and Ainsley got to spend some time with their Nana and Granddad around the Fourth of July. When it came time to set up the large kiddie pool on the front porch, Granddad decided the porch needed to be cleaned first. Since the girls were going to be swimming in the pool it only seemed fair that they help pitch in on the cleaning efforts.

Ainsley was thrilled about their participation. "We have jobs!" she exclaimed. "I know," replied Anastasia. "It's called responsibility."