Little Harry rinsed the dishes, hands struggling to reach over the edge of the bench, balancing precariously on a stool.
Finally they're done, what was next? Breakfast is finished, dishes done, washing machine has been started, mop the floor s'pose.
Dragging a half full bucket of water across the floor four year old Harry struggled with the adult size mop.
Maybe I should just get a sponge.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Freak! Get the door!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon"
Harry trudged down the hall towards to the front door and turned the handle.
"AHHHHH! It's Darth Vader!"
And he slammed the door closed.