Cameron absolutely adores helping with the laundry. He does an excellent job of spewing clothing all over the living room as try to do my folding. And he gets quite the kick out of unfolding & knocking down piles of clothes I'm attempting to organize (and failing miserably).
But hey, he's happy & that's all that matters, right? I mean, I don't need to get anything done at a fast pace so I can actually relax after the stinker goes to bed, huh? Nah! What my baby wants, my baby gets!
Who knew laundry could be this much fun?!