Yesterday I washed my sheets and hung them to dry on the line. When I carried them in they were crisp, fresh smelling, and sparkling white. Alex said, "I'll help you make your bed." And she did. She smoothed the fitted sheet as I pulled it around the mattress, tugged the flat up to the top and lined it all up (nice and anal like her mama). Then she said, "UUUUUMMMMM! These sheets smell good! These sheets FEEL good! UUUUUMMMM!" and climbed in and laid there smelling and rubbing them. Finally she said, "Mom, these are NICE sheets!"
I love her.