"Son, can you get my washing out of my washing basket, bring it down and we'll pop it in the machine with yours"
"Sure Dad, no problem"
Wow...haven't I done well to train him up to domestic bliss, I think.
"Dad, I don't mean to be critical or anything, but there are six pairs of my underpants in YOUR washing basket. You told me not to wear your pants, aren't you being a bit hypocritical?"
"Those are the pants that you leave crumpled up on the floor beside the shower every morning, and never pick up. Even when I tell you to. Even when I leave them in a pile outside your bedroom door."
"Oh, right"
The joys of what I have to look forward to in a few years!
ReplyDeletePersonal washing baskets, eh! Whatever next?
ReplyDeleteDoesn't the pant picking up fairy visit your house ? Poor you
ReplyDeleteProverbs...if only that was all!
ReplyDeleteThe Dotterel...he refuses to use 'The' washing basket. Don't know why!
AG - nor do we have the dirty dish picking up fairy, the ironing fairy, or any other fairy come to that. I guess I am that fairy....!
You pant pedant you!
ReplyDeleteAnyway aren't yours the silk leopardprint boxers?
Laura...have you been looking?
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