I walk into my room to get ready for bed and remember I had left a pile of clothes on my bed... Folded pants, a mountain of shirts on hangers, many many bed shirts. I walk in and find a pile of clothes on the floor and an empty bed. I sigh because I know Porter had been in my room. He had cleared the bed in an attempt to fall asleep in here.
As I'm refolding clothes I wonder where all the shirts on hangers are. I couldn't recall hanging them up and upon inspection of my closet I didn't see them hung with my other shirts.
I turned and looked down at my low hanging rod that is for dress pants and skirts. And there are all of my shirts, neatly hung on that rod.
I have such a sweet kid.
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