The other day, we were gathering all our dirty clothes and linens to take to the laundromat.
Brock, with a contemplative look on his face, came and found me and asked, “Are we taking our laundry to the laundromat?”
“Yes, we are Sweetie,” I answered, “since we don’t have a washer and dryer, yet.”
He looked even more contemplative. “Are we taking our clothes to Calgary?”
This was a surprising question, as the only times we go to a laundromat are when we are on vacation, which is not usually in Calgary. ;)
But, I said, “Well, no, Honey. We’re going to a laundromat in Houston.”
Brock considered this last bit of news for a moment.
Then he looked up at me with a “light bulb” look in his eyes. “So there’s s laundromat in Calgary AND Houston?!”
I tried to reflect in my face the solemnity of the discovery.
“There’s a laundromat in EVERY city,” I informed him.
He looked at me a moment more, and then ran off to play.
Homeschooling in July. In Houston.