What goes around...

...comes around.  This morning I was folding laundry, and as soon as I laid the warm clothes on the couch to start folding, Campbell immediately jumped in them.  "No," I said, "don't jump in the laundry.  You'll make it all wrinkled!"  And as soon as I said it, somewhere in the back on my mind, I heard my mom's voice saying that same thing.  I remembered how my sister and I used to love to lay on the warm laundry on the couch--which is where Mom, and consequently I, always fold laundry.  It made me, just for a second, want to lay in that warm laundry with Campbell and be and enjoy that sweet smell and warm that is strangely comforting to me.   But if I did, I knew it would make the clothes wrinkled.  And that would bring the worst consequence of all--ironing!  Yikes.  And so, my hatred of ironing out-weighed my nostalgic feelings and I had to be the mom and ask Campbell not to lay on the clothes.  But it was a nice moment just the same.