I'm supposed to be the baby.
If I am the baby, why am I the one doing the laundry?
Want to know what's worse? Look at this:
It belongs to this one:
At least I'm just washing her dress, and not her panties. Ugh. I'm stickin' with the diapers as looong as possible.
On, and this other sister of mine:
See what she's doing here?
My toys. Mine! That's what Santa and the Easter Bunny teamed up to bring ME. But no, I don't get to play. I'm here:
And when I'm done here, there is more work to do:
it's a good thing i have Smithers the robot, to help me.
What is up with that?
8 comments:
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You're raising that boy right!!!
The lone man in this household is almost thirty two years older than your little guy. However, I have a feeling yours has done more laundry during his nineteen short months on this earth than mine has done in the over eight years we've been together.
Love the picture of Dixie, and love, love, love what you did with the girls' room!
Sheri...mine doesn't even know how to use the washer. He thinks I like to do laundry as it's "my" chore, but really, I'm afraid he'll break the washer so I won't let him touch it!
I agree, though. Way to go! If only every mother raised her children to do laundry at an early age. Haha!
what's even better? dowlan was the one who got the kids to do the laundry. he had dixie spraying shout on the stains (since she made most of them) and charlie loading the washer. melody helped put all the clothes away.
i slept!
Love child labor!
What a great picture story!
Luv the photo Essay.
If he can cook, I might marry him in 20 years.
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