Last night while folding laundry, I got Charlie to help me fold the wash cloths. It was a slow process, but after awhile she finally got the hang of it.
But then, she didn't stop. Even when the towels were gone.
She just kept going.
Looking for bins of wash cloths.
Anything that she could unfold in order to fold again.
And she put everything away.
Well, sort of.
She put it all in the kitchen where we had put the original set of towels.
So now there are clothes, bibs, blankets, burp rags, bath towels all in our kitchen cabinet.
Stacked all the way to the top.
But then I'm her Mom.
(any ideas on how long she will find folding laundry fun and when it will turn into work that she refuses to do?)