The two younger girls ran to meet us when we arrived and Kirk scooped up the one-year-old as I hugged and visited with our three-year-old. When I looked up Kirk had moved his granddaughter to the side and away from himself revealing a wet area on his sweatshirt, a very large wet area."Here, would you please go and change her?", he said extending her toward me. Yup, our youngest granddaughter had a wet diaper AND had played washer women with her sister's shorts in the toilet. Her mother was gone on a field trip to the fire station with the oldest granddaughter and she'd managed to get into the bathroom. The one that's door is to always remain shut to prevent such opportunities. The guys began working and we soon joined them. I with the youngest in one arm as I stacked. That lasted maybe fifteen minutes and the girls were wanting second breakfast. Yes, five meals a day to keep those girls fed and I mean FIVE MEALS. Man they can eat for such slim little bodies. While they ate, I folded clothes. The girls helped me finish the two basket loads.
Actually that isn't true and you know it. I pretended that they were helping me as I folded the under clothes and handed them the socks to toss into a separate basket to fold last. As we worked, I made up silly folding clothes songs, "Stick the sock inside the sock and turn around clap, clap..." and we giggled and sang. By the time I was finished our daughter arrived and I went back out to help.