Little girl's vintage-style apron by Retro Rugrats
Gracie (4) made a huge mistake the other day. I'm talking a majorly, monumentally huge mistake.
She informed me that she knew how to fold the laundry.
"Prove it," I said. She was more than eager to. So, I pulled out a load of lovely, fresh-smelling, warm and fuzzy laundry and handed it to her. She folded it all beautifully.
What exactly is so huge a mistake about folding laundry, you may be wondering right about now. The fact that she showed me she could do it. Because now, she has her very first chore. No she doesn't get allowance. No she doesn't get a cookie, a jelly bean or a sticker. She doesn't get a special trip to the park or a star on a chart. She just gets a polite, "Thanks, Gracie" and a request to put her nicely folded laundry in her drawer before she can go back to playing.
Believe me, she regrets that first batch of folded laundry very, very much. To her, folding that laundry was a very major, monumentally HUGE mistake. Because before she showed me that she was such a skilled laundress, she pretty much escaped any responsibility other than putting her toys away sometimes and ... well, that's about it. That 4 year old of mine was footloose and fancy-free. But now, no matter how many loads of laundry I do (you know, like 3 a day at least), she's the one doing the folding. All of it. By herself. With no help from me whatsoever.
Can I tell you how much I love that?
Okay moms out there... tell me: What chores do you have your kids do? Because I'm fully prepared to dole out a few dozen more, so I can finally sit on the couch and eat bon-bons like we moms are supposed to be doing all day long.