hired help

David helped me fold laundry this afternoon. Well, more accurately, he was sleeping on my bed, woke up, arched his back and kicked his legs to move closer to a pile of Matt’s unmatched socks, and then proceeded to taste them. Every. Single. One.

It was cute.

Having tasted all of them, he got bored and went back to sleep. After pulling a sock over his eyes, of course.

Sorry if your socks are soggy, Matt.