We were so far behind on laundry (can anyone say "potty training"?) that desperate times called for desperate measures. With the dryer put away until the kitchen's done, I knew I'd never catch up hanging clothes outside. So we went to the laundromat... which had I think one english sign in it so it's more appropriately named el lavanderia. The boys did great until the last 20 minutes or so... but can you blame them?
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