Baby Boy was getting awfully impatient as I folded two giant loads of his and Darling Husband's laundry.
"When can we go play outside??????"
"When I am done folding all of your clothes."
Insert pause long enough for me to fold two pairs of I-want-to-be-just-like-daddy boxers, three have-seen-whiter-days white undershirts and match you-are-close-enough-to-black navy with black socks.
"Mama? What if there was a button you could press that would make someone else come and do this instead? Can you get someone like that?"
"Yes, sweetie. It is called 'you'."
"I thought so."