“What’s in the washing machine, Debbie?”
“Your dirty clothes, Dad.”
“Some I wash in cold water. They shrink.”
I pull all the clothes out and we separate them, leaving the non-shrinkables in the washer.
“Dad, why don’t you just wash them all in cold water?”
“I do.”
“Why did we separate them then?”
“I don’t know.”
I throw them all back in, “Well, that was fun!”
(This Facebook post memory from February 28, 2015 popped up on my phone this morning. I didn’t want to lose it. :))
Sundays With Dad 
I obviously missed this one. What a lovely memory! ❤ ❤
I found it on Facebook and didn’t want to lose it! 🙂
Such a cute memory!
My dad didn’t remember me the last time I saw him. That’s OK. I still remember him! https://storieswithnobooks.com/2012/07/31/love-is-stronger-than-alzheimers-disease/
Mary, I just came across your post again. Thank you for sharing your precious story. It’s timeless like our fathers’ love.