Cape, please.

There's always an upside and a downside to a compliment.

The upside: Oh, be still, my beating heart! What sweet words my children have uttered!

The downside: With great power comes great responsibility. And more work.

Yesterday I overheard a popcorn conversation the kids were having as I headed up the stairs to put away laundry:

Wow! Did Mom already fold all those jeans? How did she do that so fast? She must have super powers! Cool! Did she really just fold all of those? Where did they go? She had them! They were folded. and she took them! Mom must be like a super hero or something! You know what I think?- she just touches the pants and *poof!* they're folded! Like magic! Wow...

And then it was over as quickly as it started.  They watched their video and didn't utter another word of awe over my amazing jeans-folding ability. And I will note that, this morning, there is a bit of resistance by a certain Blessing to fold his jeans. It's just not fair that he should have that job; he doesn't have the magic touch.

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