Old Fashioned Way

I have been taking care of an extra child this week for my neighbour. Another homeschooled child. It's a temporary arrangement until he and his mom move to another city in July. Yesterday we came home from the park in pouring rain. The kind of rain that floods roads. We were driving slowly and still our van caused large splashes on both sides. I haven't seen that amount of rain in years. After weeks of pure heat and sun, we needed a good drenching!

Of course it was on this day that I had our bed sheets and blankets on the line since morning and it only dawned on me half way home. No!

The bed clothes were completely drenched and needed another whirl in the Spin Cycle before I could even contemplate putting them in the dryer. I had no choice, our bed was naked and needed clothes before we hit the hay a few hours later.

As I was placing the newly spun comforter in the dryer, my neighbour's boy said, "I guess you have to do it the old fashioned way."

I stopped mid-motion and looked at him. "The old fashioned way?"

He said nothing, shrugged and went off to play.

I hope he was joking...other wise I have concerns, deep concerns for our young people.