A little perk of hanging out at home this week

In some magical way, despite my best efforts, laundry in our home has increased exponentially since the child came into our lives. The drawback is that folding it all (we haven't really made it to the putting-away step yet, but we're getting there) seems to take up an absurd and embarrassing amount of time.

Once nice perk is that when you're folding laundry, you might look out the window, and when you do, you'll happen to see a neighborhood ten-year-old cruising on his bike, and he thinks no one can see him because no one is outside, so you will have a secret front-row seat, and he'll have a backpack-style violin case on, and he'll be humming/singing to himself, and then he'll try to pop a wheelie, then he will fall off his bike, and you will watch the whole thing. And when he falls, he will smack right on his stomach, spread-eagle with his arms and hands spread out like hangman, and his violin case will hit his head, and he'll yell "Oooof!" Then, he'll look around to make sure no one saw, then thinking he's alone, he'll yell "DANG IT!" and continue on his way.

And you'll laugh about it all afternoon.