kids are hillarious
Today is laundry day. A day where I don old, shabby clothes, and descend into the bowels of the earth in order to do battle with the laundry demons (aka, "the washer" and "the dryer").
On one trip down the elevator, I was joined by a mother and her two sons. The older was hauling what looked to be a bag of hockey gear. The younger must have been no more than 4 years old. He (the youngest) gets in the elevator, looks down, and exclaims "sandals!"
I smile at him and nod.
He waits a few seconds with a puzzled look on his face. The puzzlement fades to wonder and he asks "are you going to the beach?"
I smile again and tell him "I wish, I'm just doing laundry".
Fancy that though. The beach... it is sunny out, but I am thinking it is a bit too cold... yes?
On one trip down the elevator, I was joined by a mother and her two sons. The older was hauling what looked to be a bag of hockey gear. The younger must have been no more than 4 years old. He (the youngest) gets in the elevator, looks down, and exclaims "sandals!"
I smile at him and nod.
He waits a few seconds with a puzzled look on his face. The puzzlement fades to wonder and he asks "are you going to the beach?"
I smile again and tell him "I wish, I'm just doing laundry".
Fancy that though. The beach... it is sunny out, but I am thinking it is a bit too cold... yes?