Ironing clothes is fun to do........

On the rare occasion that I actually get the mountain of laundry at the end of my bed folded, sometimes I iron. I don't enjoy ironing but sometimes it's necessary. Jack, however, loves to iron. Not with the real iron, he's not allowed to touch objects that emit any kind of heat. He irons in his own creative ways. Last thursday was one of those rare ironing days. As I was ironing my last shirt, Jack came into my room carrying his own mountain of clothes. "Mom, when you're done I need to iron my things." What things? Every single shirt he owns. He emptied his entire drawer. He kept leaving and returning with things that kept me wondering. A box of baby wipes, a slinky, a surgical mask, and the garbage can from the bathroom. I lowered my ironing board to his height level, more out of curiousity than kindness. Then I grabbed the camera and sat back just to see exactly how he was going to use each item. First he put on the surgical mask, but since it covered his entire face he placed it on his forehead while he "prepared" the clothing. He layed a shirt on the ironing board then rubbed it down with a baby wipe. Next he put the slinky in one hand, and pulled the surgical mask over his face with the other. Not being able to see, he'd feel for the shirt, then run the slinky up and down over the material a few times. He'd then replace the mask on his forehead and fold the shirt neatly, run down the hall, put the shirt in his drawer, and then come back and start all over. I did have to ask what the garbage can was for because I didn't see its use. "To throw the wipes away mom." Not only does he iron, he thinks about cleaning up after himself.