In our house, laundry day consists of several loads of dirty clothes being washed and dried. I usually sort the folded clothes into piles on the floor of the living room before putting them back where they belong. My daughter, Margareta, would often try to help fold the clothes, starting from the tender age of two. Even though I would usually have to re-fold what she already did, I enjoyed the company and the comraderie.

One day, I left my piles of folded laundry on the living room floor in Margareta’s capable hands while I walked back to the washer and dryer to start a new load. It took a few minutes to put wet clothes in the dryer and dirty clothes in the washer. When I returned to the living room, not only did I find my piles of folded laundry not so folded any more –  I found that Margareta had played dress up with mommy’s underwear. I grabbed the camera while I was still laughing.

Submitted by Maria Kubitz in memory of her daughter Margareta Kubitz.