On Monday, I asked T to help me load the clothes into the washing machine and he ran away. K came along and helped me instead. Nowadays we usually wash the clothes after the boys have gone to bed, and hang them out to dry or dump them into the dryer before the boys wake up. It’s just that we did the laundry earlier on Monday because there were two loads to wash that night, and K relished the chance to help out.
Since T didn’t help out with the clothes, we told him that he didn’t help with the house work blah blah blah and asked him to “pack your toys”. He totally misinterpreted the instruction (or maybe he only heard the housework part) and the next thing we knew, he had dragged the broom out of the service yard and went around the hall trying to sweep it clean. Ha!