It is almost midnight. My 23 year old stepson just got home from work, and immediately descended on the kitchen to devour whatever he could find. (We've been down this road before.)
After wolfing down whatever he found to eat, he went to put his dirty plate in the dishwasher, and discovered I had run the machine and all the dishes in there were clean.
All on his own, for the first time in his life, he has taken it upon himself to unload the dishwasher and put everything away. Now, on one hand, it will take me DAYS to straighten out whatever he is in there doing, days before I find all my commonly used items.
But I am not saying a WORD. I know a gift horse when I see one.