Chore Day!

Daddy John: With the number of Gregors and Sashas running around Gregoropolis, the chores pile up quickly.  Fortunately, we have a built-in workforce and everybody takes their turn.  Of course, some complete their chores better than others...

Today, Pete Dakota and BR are making the beds.

Although, once I turn my back...

Prince Nicholas Sahara grew up in a castle and had servants to do all that needed doing; that doesn't excuse him from chores in Gregoropolis.  But, he's a good kid and jumped in with enthusiasm...if not with any expertise.

Nicholas: Oh dear.  Which is the washer and which is the dryer?

Nicholas: Uli said that I absolutely must separate the colors and the whites.  

Great Richard the III's ghost--which is this?!?

Nicholas: Well!  This job is rather fine; quiet, and puts one in a contemplative mood.  

Now that I think about  it, I don't recall seeing any of Francis' underclothing in the wash.  

Oh dear.  He wouldn't, would he? All week...wearing...the...same...

Nicholas: FRAAAAANNNNNNK!!!

The chore of making dinner has fallen on Stephen Orange.  He carefully reviewed the cookbook with the 'assistance' of Gino.

Stephen Orange: Hmmm, fish & chips sounds good.

Gino: Come noioso!  Boring!  How about spaghetti alla carbonara?

Stephen Orange: We had it last week.  Shepherd's pie?

Gino: No, no amico mio.  Fettucine alfredo.

Stephen Orange: Ugh, no more Italian!  Beef bourguignon.

Gino: Uffa! Ragú alla bolognese.

Stephen Orange: Beef Wellington.

Gino: Bistecca florentina.

Stephen Orange: Bangers and mash!

Gino: Salame di felino!

Stephen Orange: Bubble and squeak!

Gino: Coglioni di mulo!

Stephen Orange: Toad-in-the-hole!

Gino: Calamari fritti!

Stephen Orange: Spotted dick!

Gino: Strozzapreti!

BR: Knock it off you two; now you're just making things up!