I stopped using my clothes dryer completely over a year ago. In fact, it isn’t even plugged in right now. In general, I enjoy hanging the clothes up to dry. But it isn’t my job to hang the clothes (although I do help). It is the children’s job. Unfortunately, it is not something the children enjoy doing.

This summer it was Emery’s job to hang up the clothes. Emery HATED hanging up the clothes. It was a battle every time we had a load ready to be hung. Well, one day, I assigned Greyden to help Emery hang up the clothes. They had only hung up a few, and I caught them playing. So I asked if the laundry was finished (knowing full well it wasn’t).

Emery said he couldn’t hang anymore because there were no more clothespins. To which Greyden immediately responded, “Yes there are, you hid them in the playhouse, remember?”

Emery immediately shot back, “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.” To prove his point, Greyden ran to the playhouse, and brought back a basket of clothespins.

Let’s just say that after an appropriate punishment, Emery had to hang the rest of the clothes by himself. And I’d like to say he learned his lesson. But I’m afraid the lesson he may have learned is to be careful about who you choose to be your partner in crime.