A Laundry Story

On a crisp, autumn night 2 piles of laundry sat on the floor of a brownstone in Brooklyn. They certainly weren't going to clean themselves, so they were gathered into a bag and taken to a nearby laundromat. They were rinsed, sudsed, rinsed again, spun, and tumbled until they were dry and ready for folding. The events that transpired when the clothes arrived back at the brownstone are in fact true:

"Blake, do you want to h..."

"Hang on, Mom. I'm watching Wipeout."

"Will you help me fold the laundry while you watch?"

"I'd love to!"

"Ok. Here's your pile."

"Oooo they're still warm!"

"Hey! Here's my sock! I'll just hang on to it while I look for the other one..."

"Hey! My moon!"

"Now where did I put that sock?"

"Here it is!"

"All done, Mom!"

"Thanks, Blakey! Are you ready to go to bed?"

 "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The End