Last night when I went to post that laundry conversation, neither Zak nor I could remember the exact wording of Zoe’s part. Then it dawned on me this morning.
Zak: Zoe, you’re sitting on my laundry. (Clean, folded laundry that was on the bed waiting to be put away.)
Zoe: No. This is not your laundry.
Zak: Yes it is.
Zoe: No. It’s mom’s.
Zak: Huh?
Zoe: ACTUALLY, this is mom’s laundry, but your clothes.
