Start them young. First it’s nappy’s, soon it will be vacuuming, then mowing the lawn ... then driving you home from the pub!
I remember when my dad grudgingly agreed that I was allowed to mow the lawn. I had basically begged to do it every day after that. I believed it was a rite of passage.
Today, as I mow the lawn, I realize I should have waited as long as humanly possible.
Hehe, I was exactly the same with painting. I had this impression that it was a rite of passage and everyone I lift a bloody paintbrush nowi all kinds wtfunkz!?