When I was a teenager and both parents worked, it was my job to get supper together for the family. I didn't mind that at all. It was only right that I contribute my fair share in running the household. What I did mind was, if my mother had cooked, my siblings were expected to eat what was put in front of them and be glad they have it. That was the rule. But on the nights that I cooked, they didn't have to eat if they didn't want to. It's not about making kids eat, which some people don't believe in anyway, but it's about the inconsistency. I did the same work but didn't get the same respect. There was nothing wrong with my cooking. My parents were able to eat it. So could I. My sister usually did. But my brothers left their plates untouched because it was "only" me who cooked it, and they didn't have to respect me.