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Life with Levi
It’s laundry time!
By Amanda Olson
Editor
For some reason I still have yet to understand, my son is obsessed with
laundry.
Clean laundry, dirty laundry… Okay, guess there really isn’t anything
other than clean or dirty laundry.
His biggest problem at this point: knowing the difference between
the two.
He loves to help, and sometimes, he is actually helpful. He will pull
clothes out of the dryer and hand them to me so I can fold them. Or he
will grab dirty clothes off the floor and give them to me to be put in
the washer.
But other times, his help is a bit detrimental to the whole process.
His favorite thing to do is put clean clothes back into the piles of
dirty clothes. And vice versa. The other day I had a basket of clean,
folded laundry sitting on the floor while I transferred clothes from
the washer to the dryer.
Levi decided he would help by throwing four or five dirty items on top
of the basket of clean stuff… Gee, thanks, Levi.
But as much as Levi loves to help with the laundry, he equally loves
playing with the dryer.
He will push the little button that tells the dryer that the door is
shut over and over… And over and over.
And he likes to shut the door. So much so that he will open the dryer
while it is running, just so that he can shut the door again.
So helpful…
But the all-time best laundry story happened just the other day. Levi
was leaning into the dryer to grab some of his clothes to hand to me,
and as he went to stand up, he hit his head.
He stands up, rubs the back of his head, and runs across the room to
where Lambie was laying on the floor “watching” us. So he grabs Lambie,
and puts Lambie’s mouth to the back of his head, and says, “Whambie
kiss it.”
Me, playing along, replies, “Aww, that was nice of Lambie. Did you
thank Lambie?”
So Levi says, “Fank ew, Whambie. Dats a good Whambie.”
This little incident must have been so much fun that Levi kept
repeating it over and over. Bonk, rub, run, kiss, “Fank ew, Whambie.”
Funny thing was he really didn’t even act like his head hurt… Guess
Lambie kisses are just that good!
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