this fits rather neatly with some other posts I've made .
Sometime in 1964 my parents, after dinner, made an unorthodox suggestion. Maybe we kids might like to wash the dishes and dry em. Being unsuspicious little bastards we fell for it. I can't remember if I washed or dried but I do remember the finish. Mum asked 'was that fun?'. 'Oh yes', we chorused, eager to please. 'Well' said Mum, 'you can do it each night from now on'. I still remember the sinking sensation of being had!
In later years I rationalise my suckerdom to myself; it was character building; it taught me to do things for myself - you know the litany. But honestly, I felt suckered at the time.