at the table...
in the car...
on the couch...
but I never thought it had gone this far:
Apparently, even their clothes fight when they're not wearing them. I pulled clothes out of the drier yesterday morning, expecting to see only El's, which I had put in the wash the night before. Em had come along right behind me and added some of hers, then put them all in the drier after I had gone to bed. It looks like El's clothes took issue with Em's clothes crowding them in the machine. This cami of Em's was the only casualty I found. Who would have thought that a 7th grader's clothes could be so violent!
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