I love the sight of clean laundry, all nicely folded and ready to go.
And if it's tiny clothes for a teeny baby? Yah...even better.
But hold the phone...it's pink, too? Hurt me.
Daddy washed it and folded it there, for his baby girl?
I'll be laying in a mushy puddle on the laundry room floor - right next to the muddy boots - if you need me.