This morning Inwe came up to me holding a pair of jeans. She said, "Mama, these are clean. I go them out of the laundry room."
Except I know they weren't in the laundry room. Those jeans were folded in a stack in Finwe's room. Inwe now calls that room the laundry room.
I think I should reclaim the room for Finwe. That would mean kicking him out of our bed.
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Hey that's what Isabelle's room is for...laundry. And so is her crib...laundry!! Laundry! Laundry! Laundry!! At least your laundry is folded. :-D
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