Little Helper

Mom washed my laundry today. I'm always excited to watch the clothes spin in the soapy water in the washing machine (it has a see-through door on the front that is a perfect height for me to look through). Today, I helped Mom switch the laundry. She let me reach in the washer, grab a piece of clothing, and hand it to her, until every bit made it into the dryer. Mom said something about it taking much longer than usual, but she said she liked the help. I liked helping, and I probably will until I realize what helping really means (work).