Tuesday, January 11, 2011

My protector

You are my laundry helper. Today you escorted me to the laundry room. Since my hands were full, you carried the Dryel bag. You insisted that I walk behind you so that you could protect me from bad guys. Apparently our apartment complex is full of evil men that steal dirty laundry and lavender vanilla laundry detergent. As we walked, you checked every turn to keep me safe.