Scout is my 100% boy.
Navy is my 98%er.
When Scout does a job, he almost always get the entire things done without too much prodding.
Navy does a really good job, and then weasels out of the final touches.
This day — she folded the clean rags.
She likes this job, and does it well.
When 20 minutes after I told her to put them where they belonged, I went to get a rag, and there were non to be had.
So after searching for a minute, this is what I found:
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The rags in the laundry room with the door shut.
(Keep in mind, the laundry room is further away than the cupboard where they belonged.)
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So when I dramatically gasped when I found them, Navy ran over for the walk of shame before I got her in more trouble.
(It was just earlier that morning that I told her we were in a hurry to get her to school, and I couldn’t find her shoes.  She said, “Oh! I know where they are!”  And then walked over to the family room couch, moved a cushion and pulled her shoes out from behind it.  I asked her how she knew they were there.  Then she said, “Oh, I put them there when I was cleaning out the car, so I would remember where they were.”  Because I guess it would be tough to remember to look in the shoe cupboard!)