I came downstairs to finish getting ready for work, and what did I see?
A basket full of clean clothes.
A newly filled dryer.
Jared had moved the laundry through without being asked. He then came to me and told me there were no dryer sheets, which was why he hadn't started it. He sees me doing laundry every day (a la Flylady) and decided to help. I had already taken time to teach him how to sort laundry, how to load and run the washer, and how to load and run the dryer. (It does help that I have front loaders.)
Very, very cool. I am so proud of him I could pop. Way to go, Jared!
(By the way - this is his self-portrait)
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