Perhaps it is the diet of Saltine crackers I have been consuming for the past 2 days or maybe it’s because the Grinch’s heart has yet to grow but could my son be in a conspiracy to drive me crazy?
Though always eager to be helpful in words, the actions tend to be more of the “here, let me stab you in the leg with the fork as I place it in the dishwasher sort of way.” I asked him to unload the clothes in the dryer (his clothes) into a laundry basket and then move said laundry basket to his bedroom where the various articles of clothing could return to their homes. He came back into the living room about 20 second later.
“Where are the clothes?” asked a puzzled me.
“In the laundry room,” replies the boy.
“Didn’t I tell you to put them in a basket and put them away?” still puzzled.
“I put them in the laundry basket.”
“DID YOU PUT THEM AWAY?” less puzzled more angry sounding me.
After stomping and some groaning and more groaning about how heavy the basket is, he brings the clothes to his room. I pick up one sock and notice it is soaking wet, we learned a valuable lesson that wet clothes are significantly heavier and WETTER than dried clothes. I think this lesson will stick.
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