Last night I decided to do some laundry while you and Daddy were finishing up an episode of Green Lantern. A short while you came in and offered your help. You're good about that, offering help. So I told you I could use some more hangers from your closet. You jetted down the hall, my ear peaked to hear if you were doing what I asked. My first clue that your interpretation of the task at hand was not the same as mine should have been when you brought in Daddy's "Kickaburra" shirt he wore as a boy. I sent you back... tick tock time was passing. I came down the hall and walk in your room and feel my blood start to boil as I look at the floor PILED WITH EVERY LAST SHIRT, SWEATER AND T-SHIRT IN YOUR CLOSET...then a shiny smiley faced boy atop of his shoe bin says, "Look Mommy what I did! I got you some hangers!" Well, my blood settled and I could only laugh. You were mighty proud of being a big help. I explained what I was really asking for and your smile fell flat then you started to giggle with me.
Love, Mama
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