When Gabe is in a good mood, he helps us with our laundry. I'd remove the dried clothes from the poles in the kitchen, roll them up so that it would be easy to carry, and the little one would literally pitter patter his way out to the living room, where he would neatly place the clean clothes on our day bed.
One day, I was taking down our day bed covers, and decided that Gabe could handle the relatively heavier weight. He hugged the covers, did his awkward run out of the kitchen, and exclaimed, "so heavy!" while he was at it.
But as he grows older, I think he's beginning to realise that such work really belongs to the category of "chores" and has been declining to help me of late. :(
2 comments:
You made think of my first time of washing my own handkerchief with my dad's help. It was so fun! But now, I try to avoid buying clothes labelled handwash only. LOL.
man (boy!) ....
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