Chris came into the laundry room today while I was repotting some plants (does that just give the most domestic impression?) and started ironing his shorts. I said, "That's cool that you care about your shorts looking pressed." He said, "I'm glad you taught me how to iron so that I can iron my things when I want to."
And everything seems right with the world.
(Photo of Chris and Noah, Will, Logan and Jojo after hiking to Lake Mary's today.)
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