So, this morning I was doing laundry, and feeling really good about it until Max walked in on me. He is a great 'helper'. He climbed himself in the dryer and started flinging at will the clothes that were in there. Not caring if I could fold them as fast as he could toss them. But he really was so proud of the work that he was doing that I couldn't complain too much. Funny kid. But on the up note, laundry is my friend. I find that if I treat it well, it treats me well.
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