True story - but the toddler stopped with the shorts :)
WASH DAY O bother, I’ve knocked over my juice cup! Mother taught me you reap what you sow. And so I must clean up this splendid mess. How to absolve this fruitiness? Of course! I’ve got it! I’ll use my brother’s shorts as a mop. Why stop there when I can wash his shirts too. Won’t mother be proud of all I can do! 3/23/2018
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