Victorian for a day

Jerran had an assignment from his history teacher to live as he 'would' have in Victorian England for a day.  This involved him using candles for light (even with window it's not that bright inside on a grey day), doing laundry in my tub and leaving gross grey residue all over, cooking his own food (not with a microwave) and watching the rest of us enjoy our regular lives while he suffered.  I thought he would like to cook dinner with me, but he refused when he found out how much work it is and cooked himself a baked potato instead.  Deprived of help in the cooking department, I asked Ben to take over and thus it ensued that the rest of us ate Pizza Hut while Jerran had his lonely baked potato and fried egg.  Because we were eating by candlelight someone had the bright idea to get out marshmellows and skewers and roast them.  It's impressive how evenly browned you can get a marshmellow over a candle.  Also impressive is the failure of our children to learn from their mistakes as they burnt a number of marshmellows after getting them too close to the flame.  With the addition of some Liebenz crackers (chocolate coated) the kids enjoyed their s'mores while Jerran sulked.   Yes, we are heartless, but if we stopped doing what we are doing every time the boy sulked we would never do anything.  Or very rarely.

Did Jerran learn anything?  He informs me that he is glad he lives in the modern world and that he isn't in charge of the laundry.