“Lydia, did you finish unloading the dishwasher?” I was on my way back to my office and realized she was splayed out on the couch playing a game on her mother’s laptop. “Yes,” she nodded without looking up. “Okay, so if I go upstairs and check the dishwasher, it will be empty?” She hesitated, “Yes,” and then she sighed. “Okay, no. There is still silverware there, but don’t be mad, because I have several good reasons for not putting away the silverware.” I narrowed my eyes in her direction as she paused her game and turned awkwardly to look at me over her shoulder. “Okay,” I said, “give me your several good reasons for not putting away the silverware.” “Sure,” she shrugged with absolute…