We went to the laundromat this afternoon. (yeah, that’s where I fell and I’m still not allowed to go there by myself).
We take our hang-up shirts and lay them out flat, hanging them when we get home. So while I’m sorting socks and undies, Lorna is doing the shirts.
“Interesting. Look.” She points to the two stacks of shirts – hers on the left and mine on the right. “Nice whales on one shirt and Goofy on the other.”
“Oh, and look. Tapir one one shirt and, yes, another Goofy shirt.”
“Oh, wolves on one and, wow, Dori from Nemo.”
The conversation degraded from there because next up was her cheetah shirt and, well, another cartoon shirt.