Picture a day in May, Day 9: A trip down Memory Lane to when laundry was fun.

This is my little helper at the ripe old age of 3 (2004).  His laundry was still little and cute...Now I can only tell which socks are mine because there is pink on the toe.  And a pair of b-ball shorts that look similar to Aaron's (they are both burgundy.  They aren't the same size yet, but closer than they were back in 2004), have made it in to our clean laundry basket on more than one occasion.  I need some little socks, that aren't stinky and sweaty. :)
The only thing I like about laundry is the way clean clothes smell (and I LOVE that smell.  I will go with out food rather than switch from my very favorite detergent!  Now so more than ever since I know my nephew thinks of me when he smells it!!) and the fact that, for an instant, the laundry baskets (or floor) is empty of stinky and dirty clothes.  I am an awesome stain getter-outer, but for today the stains are going to have to wait.  I have got to go and Zumba dance!