I do most of the laundry on the weekend; Sunday to be exact.

On Friday evening, when I was on my way to make my final check on Squirt before turning in, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that confused me at first.

There was a pile of clothes next to mine and hubby's hamper. Upon further inspection I realized that it was a pile of Squirt's clothes.

Apparently, knowing that it was the beginning of the weekend, the little man brought all of his dirty laundry into our room and deposited it where he knew I would then separate it for the wash.

Such a simple thing that made me smile.

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