At my Laundry Room Door

Eager faces peep around the laundry room door.  Hopeful and giggling–yet with eyes scrunched as if expecting, at any moment, to be sprayed with water. They are not disappointed. Mommy obliges giving each each child a squirt in the nose before they run squealing away, reappearing seconds later–gleeful, anticipatory, and ready for more.  Mommy is a quick draw, and her spray bottle is fully loaded.   


Laundry time has further exciting opportunities.  The children beg for turns sorting “socks and panties” from the dryer into the appropriate baskets. (And they call ALL the underwear, “panties”–to Daddy’s chagrin–and Mommy's amusement.)


Who needs cartoons when there is laundry?


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