See, now here is the bad thing about kids going to school and learning and stuff… they always feel the need to tell you when you are doing it WRONG.

I’m not a big fan of that.

My son is taking some sort of life skills course at school. I have no idea what it is called actually due to the fact that it is just some new fangled politically correct term for Home Ec. (Why don’t they just call a spade a spade? Because really, no one would mind. Really.)   

Anyway, apparently he is learning all about the fine art of cleaning clothes. So as part of  this unit he was given an  assignment – do some laundry.

:) <— Me. Smiling as I read the assignment. 

Finally, I have a minion. Muwahahaha….

{I now present you with a behind the scenes look at my laundry. You’re welcome.}

Now here is where the story takes a turn, people. As we begin working together, my son starts correcting my actions. Telling me what his teacher told them should be done. “Mom, you should add clothes AFTER the water has filled the machine and AGITATION has begun.”

Really?!

After “agitation” has begun? Where the heck did he learn that word? I don’t even use that word. Who dares fill my child’s mind with proper cleaning terminology?

I was taken aback, to say the least. He then proceeded to rattle on about when to use bleach and lint removal and clothing shrinkage, etc.

I was horrified.

I was impressed.

I am tentatively excited.

This child of my loins seems to have an unnatural interest in the fine art of laundry gathering, separating and washing.

I. May. Be. Saved.