The Power of Laundry

"Honey, would you like to do dishes or fold laundry?"

"Dishes!"

I smile quietly. I only asked because I didn't want to do both and I knew what he would choose. I had just done 9 loads.

He gets up to go do the dishes and laughs, "Ha, ha. I am so glad I chose dishes, there are only like five dishes in here."

"I know"

"Ha, ha, look at all the clothes you have to fold."

"I know"

"Next time you shouldn't give me a choice you should just tell me to fold laundry."

"Well maybe I'll do that next time."

His smirk quickly turns into a fake frown and he quietly does the dishes. But I know if I had just told him to fold the laundry, I would have ended up doing the dishes AND then folding the rest of the clothes he didn't finish. He hates folding laundry, he would rather chew off his left arm than fold laundry. He's perfectly content with putting his clean pile of clothes in the corner of the room and sifting through it every morning to find an outfit.

So later that night I ask, "Kiel, do you want to read scriptures or fold laundry?"

With no hesitation "scriptures!"

I'll keep this in mind next time the toilets clogged :)