The other day, we held a family meeting to reassign chores. Among other things, Fletcher is now responsible for folding and putting away the laundry.
Well, apparently a few hours after our family meeting, Fletcher approached Jim.
“Dad, do I have to fold mom’s clothes?”
“Yes.”
And then, in his loud, raspy, Fletcher voice:
“But I don’t know how to fold booby covers!!!”
I don’t think I’ll post a photo for this entry… 
