My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
I have one of those college kid ironing boards. The kind that sit on the floor. Some day… when I’m older, I’ll get a grown up one. The kind that doesn’t require you sitting on your floor to iron and you won’t have to de-cat hair your clothes b/c they brush up agains the floor. This morning while ironing my dress for work, Maggie sits next to me. She asks me if I’m going to wear shorts under my dress. I tell no. Then she says “well what if someone lifts up your dress?!” I smile & look at her and let her know “that is very unlikely.” She looks hard and then concerningly says… “well I think someone might be able to see your underpants in that dress.” Again I smile and let her know that my dress really isn’t very short at all, so no one will be seeing my underpants.
She looks at me and says “when I’m older, can you teach me how to do that?” Puzzled I ask, “show you how to iron?” Yes she replies. I tell her of course. Then she says “when I’m 7 (she turns 7 in October).” ”You want to learn how to iron when you’re Seven? Okay.” She pauses, looks at me and says “well maybe it will be better when I’m 8.”