I met Peanut’s grandpa in the laundry room today. He entered toting a giant collapsible hamper full of dirty wash and fed it all into the triple-loader.
“One little baby makes a lot of laundry,” I said.
He just smiled.
The smallest people in the house tend to be responsible for the most dirty clothes—and no one seems to mind.
Tags: hamper, laundry, laundry room, my life in laundry, neighbors
February 23, 2011 at 7:20 pm |
great work