Much to my chagrin, Eli is a dawdler in the morning. A time waster if you will. Today was no exception. The time was nearing when the bus would be here and I told him he'd better hurry up.
Now allow me to preface this story by telling you that this boychick has to practically be FORCED to take his laundry downstairs. I am happy to wash it, but it has to be by the washer.
So, back to this morning. He walked into his room in a towel, I told him to hurry up, and he said, "Well, I could use some clean clothes you know."
Guess what he will be learning this afternoon?
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Our eighth child was born when Joey was 12. Out of necessity I taught him (Joey) to do the laundry. To my surprise, he was good at it! I thought it would be expensive, making up for all of his mistakes, but only one item was ruined. I made a chart of the types of loads and how they're washed/dried and that was it. The secret was out, doing laundry is not the refinded skill I wanted them to think it was.
Poor Eli. If only one really could eat one's words before they escape your mouth! He will probably rue the day he uttered them...
Oh.
Oh, ho ho.
Oh, ho, ho, ho...NO he did NOT.
So...how'd that work out for him?
my sons decide to tell me the morning they need clothes as well. so there are days my oldest has to wear a pair of MY socks. which i hate. so i should teach him as well...he is 10 :)
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