Its refreshing to find that Noah loves doing the laundry as much as I do.
He started crying the moment I started sorting laundry and he was so traumatized by the experience that I had to feed him when we were finished in order to calm him down. I guess he won't be helping in the future. Maybe laundry, like rice cereal, is an acquired taste.
Or then again, maybe not.
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