So this morning when I was getting the twins ready for preschool I asked them what they wanted to wear and Tom said he wanted to wear his new heart shirt. I told him it was in the hamper, it was dirty, he needed to pick another shirt. So he went to the hamper, practically fell in it and pulled out his shirt, took a sniff and said, "it's not dirty mom." So I did what any other respectable mother of twins in a hurry would do. I pulled Abby's shirt out of the hamper too and seemingly satisfied they went to preschool wearing dirty laundry.
4 comments:
That is awesome! I totally understand.
Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. Let us turn to Peter Venkman in Ghostbusters II: "I have more than two grades of laundry, okay? There's not just clean and dirty. There are many subtle levels. Okay? See? You hang this outside the window for twenty minutes... it's perfectly fine. "
How funny, Tom knew to try the sniff test. They are nice shirts too.
Whatever saves you from having to do more laundry is A OK in my book!
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