Idiot Mama

So many stories that make me look like an idiot mama... Here is just one.

Mama: Why don't you help me by starting to clear the dishwasher.
Ladybug: The dishwasher?
Mama: Yes please.

I was busy putting the groceries away. Ladybug walks into the laundry room.

Mama: Um? What are you doing?
Ladybug: You asked me to help with the dishwasher?
Mama: Yes?? The dishwasher! Dishes??
Ladybug: (light bulb goes off) Oh the dishes!
Mama: Yes, just clear your things and I will do the rest.
Ladybug: Okay.

She heads to the sink. Right general direction. But....

Ladybug: Mama, none of these things are mine. (Wrong light bulb went off)
Mama: (Really??? Walk over to dishwasher, open it up, point to the dishes). Dishwasher!
Ladybug: Oh!

How did she make it all the way to kindergarten without knowing what a dishwasher is? Is that an unreasonable expectation? Okay, I admit we did not have one in the first house she lived with me. But nearly a year ago we moved into an apartment that had one. And now this townhouse has one. And she helps with the chores all the time. How can I have been so neglectful that she doesn't know what a dishwasher is?????

Mean Mama