Ender: Mama! I peed in the kitchen!
Jane: Just a second! I’m folding the laundry… I’ll be right there…
Ender: Mama! There are no pee towels in the kitchen!
Jane: I know! They’re all in the laundry! I’m folding them right now; I’ll be right down!
Ender: Mama! There are no good towels in the kitchen!
Jane: Folding laundry! Be right down!
Silence. Too much silence. Eerie silence. I grab a handful of unfolded pee towels and run down the stairs. And there is Ender. In the kitchen. Naked.
Jane: Why are you naked, Ender?
Ender: There is no pee towels. There is no good towels. But look–I took off my shirt, and I cleaned my pee up with it.
Problem solving, right? This is a good sign, right?
P.S. I hate laundry. Even when I’m on top of it and have a system that’s working… there’s just nothing fulfilling about it. And as I take Ender’s piddly shirt and pants and pound down the stairs into the basement to start another load going, I know precisely why.
P.S.2 Yes, I have a drawer of pee towels in the kitchen. What, you don’t?
Photo (Photo of the Week 44-2011 – Towel Day) by cheesy42