This evening, I went down to the basement to let the kids know dinner was ready. Upon rounding the corner, I found Grace with a perfectly folded pile of wipes on the floor next to her on the right and on the left a huge, rumpled pile of the rest of the wipes out of the package.
She is often pulling all the wipes out of the package, so, exasperated, I ask her, "Grace, what are you doing?!"
She casually responds, "Folding laundry."
Oh, in that case, let me go grab the basket full of clean clothes that has been sitting in the upstairs hallway for three days...
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