A day rarely goes by that our faithful clothesline isn't working for us, happily flitting the clothes about in the wind.
And even more rarely, is the time when I am hanging my clothes all alone. Corynn has become a wonderful help to me, and often 'races' to be done first. She does everything small, and with two children three and under-there is LOTS.
She has even surprised me several times by taking 'her' clothes OFF the line (without my asking), folding and bringing them in. She lays the basket at my feet and shouts "SURPRISE!" Most often, it is dry.
Yesterday, however, she was a bit too enthusiastic and I kid you not, took down the clothes that we had JUST finished hanging not ten minutes prior! We were just about to leave to go to town and I was changing Andrew so I told her she must hang them back up. She sulked a bit-her surprise had gone awry, but did as she was told.
And I couldn't stifle the laughter, but I *did* make sure it was soft...