| My son is atypical in that he is something of a clothes horse. He likes to dress up, always has, but he doesn't quite get the point about wrinkles. This makes for interesting dichotomies. He can't quite understand why he needs to let me know before a performance is due, and he needs his tuxedo pants, or why I wash the shirts, then send them to the cleaner to be pressed.
My fault, partly, I always hated ironing, and that was one of the first tasks to go. |