Highway Robbery?

Tonight after starting Jake's bathwater, I walked into the kitchen to find him wasting my dish soap by pouring it all over the sink.

"Jake, what are you doing?" I asked, calmly and rationally (I'm much more calm and rational after Annie goes to bed these days).

"I'm washing dishes."

"Oh, you are? Then you'll need a dish rag."

"No, I'm just using the soap and the sprayer."

So the plan was this: "wash" the dishes by making soap bubbles all over the sink...

As I walked out (I chose the path of least resistance: walk away), he added this.

"I like to wash dishes, Mom. It's fun and I get paid."

What?? Get paid to waste soap and make a mess???

Yes, he got paid (a quarter). I'm a pushover. But here's what came to mind as I was fishing through Ike's pockets (shh, maybe he won't read this...) to find a quarter. You know those guys in big cities who jump in front of a car in traffic and start squeegeeing the windshield without being asked to, then expect you to pay them?

Do you think they get started at their mom's kitchen sink?