Sure,
so he gets a pass, but our flatware rack runs front to back, all the way along the side, and our kid nests all his spoons, knives, and forks at the front too close together. When I've asked him not to, he makes sure he crams more in, just to be sarcastic. He takes after his uncle who is a big practical joker.
He sees how we place the large plates on the opposite side so they don't block the spray to the flatware, so he loads his big plates next to it.
It's like banging your head on a wall. It feels good when you stop.
Like at my last job, chasing the young kids who were hiding and phoning or texting their friends rather than working.
Effitol! I'm done!