Laundry Day

     Being a new parent of course I enjoy washing and folding my daughters clothes. The virtual cavalcade of internal "oohs" and "awwws" are not lost on me as I tediously fold each little item remembering the last time she wore it and smiled at me. This morning at 5:30 as I started folding her clothes in our laundry room I began to think... While I do love folding her clothes and the "proud father" feelings the act lends me, in reality its a bit like trying to perform oral surgery on a squirrel while wearing winter gloves. In no way do I think my hands are freakishly large or anything like that but lets be honest, the members of the Lollipop Guild in OZ would have a hard time folding these things...