Karenna does.
I was knee-deep in laundry. Karenna had to eat a late dinner after ballet, so I kept her company. Chris said he was going to put away some laundry. There was a basket of his clothes and a basket of kids' laundry
At this point I must admit to being a recovering control-freak. Or I'd like to think of myself as one, anyway. There are still some things I can't let go. And when I try to tell Chris he needs let go, he can zero in exactly which things of which I haven't been able to relinquish my control. Like picking home decor. Or putting away the kids' laundry (I have a system; I need to be able to find things.)
So as Chris started to walk away with a basket I said in terror, "Noooo! You're not going to put away the kids' laundry!"
He pretended to act innocent but had a devilish grin on his face and said, "But I'm helping you," then scampered off. I could see a basked in his hand. I tried calling to him, but it was futile. I was torn between leaving my daughter to eat he dinner without someone to talk to and stopping him from this heresy.
Of course I chose quality time with my daughter, but sensing the disturbed look on my face, Karenna put her little hand on mine, looked me in the eye and said, "You know he's only kidding you, right?"
(He took his own basket back and left the kids' basket for me, just like I like it.)
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