To keep Rider busy while I was searching for my ipod today, I had him help me sort the laundry. The only real reason I can ever find to sort the laundry is when I have lost something, otherwise, I consider the laundry a kind of free-form carpet. So I kept handing him rags and saying, "Can you put this in the hall?" I showed him where the pile of rags was. (We have a lot of rags, and I don't really know why.) I gave them to him one at a time to buy myself time to find the ipod, and oh yeah, fold the laundry. So he does this over and over again, each time with me going, "Can you put this in the hall?" He was like Lucy in the chocolate factory. Finally around trip number twenty I go, "Can you put-" "Hall!" he cut me off. So about ten more times he looks at me with the rag, takes it from me and stalks off to the hall untill finally, I swear, he glared at me, picked up an armfull of rags and hurled them into the middle of the unsorted laundry. Fight the power, young man!
"Big boss man.
Can you hear me when I call?
Well, you aint so big.
You just tall, that's all."
by Al Dixon & A. Smith
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