She wants to earn money.
She wants to have a job.
So we gave her the laundry.
She's old enough. She interested.
She's not a baby anymore.
It's a good thing, I know.
It might require us to accept shrunken clothes, pink whites and an occasional soap-suds flood but it will
give her a sense of competence as well as accomplishment. It will introduce her to independence while showing her how a small contribution can benefit the whole.
It has also had an unexpected, trickle-down bonus.
"I helped Ittybit fold laundry and she gave me this," he tells me proudly, holding out his hand.
"This is my favorite lint ball, mom. Can you make sure the dog doesn't eat it?"