My son thinks doing the laundry is a "Mommy job".
He also thinks cooking dinner is a "Daddy job". Cleaning is a "Daddy job". Making something we call fancy snacks is a "Mommy job". Making coffee in the morning is a "Daddy job" - one that he insists on doing when Daddy is out of town. Cleaning up after dinner is a "Mommy job". Making the beds alternates - depending on who got up with him in the morning - the other unloads the dishwasher. Daddy puts up the hooks for mommy to hang things in the apartment. Mommy chops veggies for Daddy.
My parents got Aidan a kitchen for his birthday - because he wants to be just like Daddy. While his Daddy is busy making dinner, he's usually "cooking" away in his own kitchen - one that has a microwave, unlike ours. A fact he is very proud of.
The child has a favorite vacuum cleaner (we have a real one, and a little hand-held one). He likes to help me sort the laundry, load the washing machine, and push the buttons. He likes to put the dishwasher capsule in the dishwasher.
So the other day, when I was folding laundry on the couch, and he said that when he got married his wife would do the laundry, the feminist in me freaked out a bit, and in that calm mommy voice we all learn to speak in, I said, "well, you can do the laundry! And who is gonna do your laundry when you're not married?" To which he responded, "Like in college?" I said, "Yes." To which he answered, "You can do my laundry." I told him that he would probably live too far from me for me to do his laundry, and again, that he could do his own laundry. By now I'm ready to organize a march, and wear a "She Persisted" shirt. Then the other half of the conversation came... and he said, "When I get married, my wife will do the laundry, and I'll cook the dinner. And I'll make coffee. And we'll have two Slovenian babies, and I'll have a desk."
And there it is. My little four-year-old is planning his future, and in that future there are chores, equal responsibilities and a desk. And do you know why? Because it's what he sees modeled in our home every day. We frequently tell him that we are a team, and that we all work together in our family. We tell him that we love each other, and so we like to do things that help one another.
After our conversation, my heart could explode - I love how his mind works. And I'm crazy thankful for the guy who does all the "Daddy jobs", and teaches our son to value the same things. You know what they say: "Train up a child..." And we're doing our best.