Two axioms: Clothes become wrinkled over time. Children are brutally honest.
A few days ago, I had an event to attend that required me to dress better than I usually do on a Friday afternoon. After rummaging around in my closet, I finally put together a nice-ish outfit and soon discovered that it would be impossible to look well-dressed without a bit of ironing.
I have long despised ironing. It takes forever to do properly and then five minutes after you put on the ironed item it's wrinkled again. My favorite dressy shirt is made from one of those wrinkled-on-purpose fabrics. Such delight! It looks fabulous and I never have to iron it. Too bad it wouldn't work that day.
So I reluctantly pulled out the ironing board and set it up, when Daniel walked into the room and said, "We haven't used THAT for a looooong time." I had just been thinking to myself that I hadn't used the iron since before we moved last May.
The truth is, we were nearly at the point of having to choose between naked and wrinkled, which is why the iron came back out from its lengthy hiatus. I ironed three shirts, which means we should be good to go until sometime in January.
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