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To: Carolyn who wrote (23723)	7/27/2001 9:51:24 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 225578

I do length wise twice and then the other fold. Gotta watch where the tag is for her. For me, as long as I get dry. Now it's summer so I just run outside naked. Her pants I fold in threes. I used to hang them.

To: Carolyn who wrote (23723)	7/27/2001 11:01:25 PM
From: KLP	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

Remember these days?: the art of folding How To Fold Laundry: Set the white laundry basket down on the living room floor. Pull a few towels out, fold them, set them in a neat stack on the couch. Pull a blue striped twin bed sheet out of the basket. Begin to fold. Discover the sheet has an odd but inexorable magnetic attraction for the other side of the room. That it is, in fact, heading thataway at the speed of, oh, a toddler’s canter. Sit back and giggle as the sheet-adorned toddler stumbles around the room like a blue-striped ghost with no eyeholes, emitting hiccups of laughter until he -- "watch out!" -- smashes into the ottoman. Rescue your erstwhile ghost, extract kid from the tangle of sheet, and go read a book together. Leave laundry in basket and scattered on couch. Day Two a/k/a Take Two: Get sick of the sight of that stack of towels on the couch. Sit down to deal with the pile of ever-more-wrinkly laundry. Fold that blue striped sheet -- but wait -- who’s that coming this way with a determined glint in his eye? Uh oh -- he’s grabbing the just-folded sheet. Awww, he’s trying to put the folded sheet over his head, but it’s not unfolding. Poor kid, I know it makes you sad that you can’t destroy Mommy’s work. Let’s go play with a flashlight in your room. You can pretend it’s the moon. Take Three: Sit on the floor. Spy small child deeply involved in play. Whew. Just in case, remove the folded sheet from sight, stash it in the linen closet with yesterday’s towels. Pull out a pile of underpants and socks. Fold underpants. Stop small child from unfolding underpants. Yes, he’s back. Fold more underpants as small child climbs into laundry basket a/k/a boat, or as he corrects, "is a small sailboat." Sailboat, motor boat, or QE2, who cares as long as it keeps him amused and out of the pile. Finish folding underpants (A Task Complete!), turn to socks. Watch small child clamber out of "sailboat" and nearly capsize. Steady on, sailor. Lay out socks by colors, the piles neatly spaced for maximum efficiency. Uh oh, did I say efficiency? The Toddler spots the rows of socks and makes a run for them. Trot-hop-steps over each pile, an indoor version of the "never on the cracks, only in the squares" sidewalk game of every city kid’s childhood. Pleased with himself, he runs to the other end of the living room, takes a running start. Watch out socks, he’s heading this way! Bounce, jump, hop, skotch. Over the socks he goes. Continue sorting despite Tigger the Terrible and his bouncing socks game. Narrowly avoid getting trampled. Tigger the Toddler spies the socks in Mommy’s hands. Takes said socks. Mommy suggests matching them with the colors of the socks already -- neatly -- laid out on the floor. Tigger rejects this idea as too tame for tigers, and sets the new batch of socks on the floor beyond the others. Extending the row. Elongating the bouncing game. Extracting the most fun per yard. Quietly, surreptitiously filch sock pairs from the battlefield and roll them up, secrete them on the side in a growing pile. Be ever vigilant, ever sneaky. Persevere. Do the job you set out to do. Persist in the face of all obstacles no matter how great or -- err -- small. Kid spots the pile of rolled-up socks. Bouncing game over. He grabs two sock balls, gallops over to the basketball hoop. Slam-dunk! Two socks straight into the net! He scores! And so it goes. Who knew folding laundry could be so much fun? berkeleyplace.com