I knew it was a mistake to let him get the toy washing machine down from the loft at the weekend. Even more of a mistake to let him have new batteries in it.
Since Sunday many items have been crammed into the whizzing drum, with mixed results. The favourite laundry item for me is a pair of socks he’s grown out of. His favourite item is pretty much anything that makes an interesting rattling noise or jams the door mechanism.
However, yesterday was a first as I found him washing his toy money on the fast spin cycle. As far as I could tell he wasn’t ironing it after. This is probably so that I don’t notice the freshly laundered notes next time he gives me change when paying him for stamps at the Happyland Post Office.