Shamed into doing the dishes

Gary's away for a few days, and usually when he's gone I muddle through as best I can and he returns to dishes in the sink and lots of cardboard boxes in the trash (Kid Cuisine, pizza, etc.). This morning, I fried an egg for Colter, then proudly prepared to leave the kitchen when he'd finished eating. Not so fast. "I'll help with the dishes," he said. How could I say no? We unloaded the clean ones from the dishwasher, then loaded the few we'd dirtied. Colter so enjoyed it that he's decided he can earn an extra five minutes of TV time for helping out. What do I earn? Quality time with my son.