Today is picture day at preschool, and though J had an idea for what he wanted to wear, his choice proved to be too small (he is a giant lately!), so we had to move on to (my) plan B. Only plan B was very wrinkled, so I told him I first had to find a coordinating (read: clean) undershirt and then I had to iron the shirt.
"But Mommy," he said. "Daddy knows how to do the ironing and he isn't here."
"Yes, I know, but Mommy knows how, too."
"But Mommy, don't be silly. Mommies don't iron!"
"Well, not usually, true, but they can in an emergency. So I will iron your shirt today."
"Wait until Daddy hears this!"
Yes, yes, yes. Everything is going according to plan!
3 comments:
Well done, my friend. Well done.
Spencer asked me today if I ironed his underwear????? Seriously I barely even get his shirts ironed.
My MIL ironed undershirts. I think it must be a holdover from before electric dryers -- might have been the only way to get some things completely dry in certain climates. It's the only explanation I can think of, besides masochism.
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