I'm gonna wash that boy right outta my.....

We are all sitting down to eat dinner and Bryce finds he has dribbled the tiniest of tiny spots on his shirt. I told him to go get a little towel to dry it because he freaks out when he's dirty. NOT my kid! A few minutes have gone by and I find bryce doing this as I come into my kitchen. "what are you doing!?" his reply "my muscle shirt is dirty" It had a TINY spot on it! I said "you don't have to wash it right now and besides I do the laundry around here!" As you can see he has already changed his whole outfit!

A few minutes go by and I come back in the kitchen and this is what I see. He has lifted the lid and started the washing machine!! He is literally about to fall in head first. I said "I told you to stop washing!" His reply "I want to wear my muscle shirt tomorrow!" I told him I would do it!

5 minutes later this is what I see as I round the corner. He has managed to get completely wedged between the washer and dryer. I almost left him there I was so tired of chasing him around! For the record I did help him and almost literally tied him to his bed! And... yes he did have a clean muscle shirt the next day!