On her way back from a potty break at 4:14 this morning, Reid notcied Ken’s underwear on the floor. As I tried to shepherd her along she stopped and picked up “Daddy’s umunuh” and then we had to go to the laundry bin before going back to her room. I think I’ve mentioned before that this dedication to housework seems to be on a recessive gene that skipped both Ken and me. In Ken’s defence, putting his underwear in the laundry is a task that Reid claimed long ago and she doesn’t like anyone else trying to do it.