"Emily," I confronted her. "What in the world are you doing?"
"I'm separating my laundry into colors." She defended.
"This is college," I said stating the obvious. "We pay by the load here, so you need only two piles: lights and darks."
She defended herself further "Well, this is how my mom always did it!"
"Emily," I retorted "Your mom has five kids, there is just one of you!"
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Snarky teenage attitude aside, it was a conversation that I found funny, and obviously still remember 8 years later. It came back to me tonight as I was sorting my backed-up laundry piles.
After throwing in a load of dark blues I sorted the rest of the mountain of laundry from the last week or two. And was amused to find this:
I don't know when it happened, but with my family of four I can now officially sort my laundry piles into every color!