We stayed in a hotel last night, but more about that later.
Son1: Look, Daddy! I see a surfboard in there!
Hubby: That's not a surfboard. That's an ironing board. That's for ironing your clothes.
I roared laughing. I iron a few times a year, if I am desperate. Usually it's just tea napkins. In our home, clothes that require ironing are sent to the cleaners. My washing machine and dryer that each have amazing "wrinkle free" settings. Our clothes are rarely wrinkly. But the thought of my child mistaking an ironing board for a surfboard just tickled me.
Does that scream he grew up in Hawaii or more about my idea of housework?
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Maybe it is a bit of both ;)! Although I readily admit that I am the same way when it comes to ironing - ugh. If we lived in Hawaii I suspect that Zach would be saying the same thing about those pesky surf... er I mean ironing boards!
ReplyDeleteI say it's an island boy thing.
ReplyDeleteMine don't know an iron either. It's against my religion.
I love it!
ReplyDeleteTOOO funny! I have to agree though ISLAND BOY. I do not own a ironing board.....and my boys have never ever seen an IRON much less an Ironing board. LOL LOL
ReplyDeleteThis was tooooo funny!
I agree it's a little of both, lol. :) Eugene does more ironing than I do, I admit :) We go for the non-dry cleaning non-wrinkle materials!
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary!!!!!! Enjoy "your" fireworks!
ReplyDeleteGirls, girls, girls. You must come hang with me the day(s) I do laundry. I am an ironing machine and, get this, actually ENJOY it! How cute, J!
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