I really love doing laundry and I guess it's a good thing considering all that is spilled, spit and pooped in our house. So Henry has watched me fold lots of loads and is cluing in that I love the help. When I was in the next room one day, he started this helping on his own:



My favorite is when he shakes it out really hard and then holds it under his chin. I must have done that 88,000 times in front of him without even noticing that I did it.
Also, please note Henry's carefully coordinated outfit. The boots are a must upon waking each morning and the pajama pants need to be hiked up high as to not interfere with the boots. At least it's all clean, right?
1 comment:
whats not to love about clean laundry? I don't like my pajamas interferring with my boots either.
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