I had spent the whole day doing laundry and sorting clothes into careful piles on my bed.<\/p>\n
I was in the kitchen finishing dinner when the boys came home. Tristan disappeared upstairs shortly after he got home, and hollered down for his brother after a few minutes.<\/p>\n
“Simon, Simon, guess what! Our favourite jammies are clean. I just put yours on your bed!”<\/p>\n
I stopped stirring the potatoes. I couldn’t have heard that right. Did my four year old just say he was putting away the laundry?<\/p>\n
“Tristan,” I called in as neutral a voice as I could manage, “What are you doing?”<\/p>\n
“Putting away my clothes,” he called back, the pride evident in his voice.<\/p>\n
“You put away the piles that I had on my bed?” I asked, still unable to believe what I was hearing.<\/p>\n
“Only my own clothes, and Simon’s jammies. I left yours and most of Simon’s on the bed.”<\/p>\n
“Oh. Okay, thanks…” I said, incredulous and bemused and annoyed all at the same time.<\/p>\n
Yes, my four year old took it upon himself to put his own clothes back into his drawers. When I went up later to retrieve them, he had even correctly sorted the pants, shirts, jammies and underwear into the correct drawers. I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled them back out of the drawers. They had been carefully sorted on my bed for a reason… I was about to put them into a suitcase, as we were leaving the next day to visit my brother.<\/p>\n
Think it will ever happen again? Nope, me neither.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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