I'm still having withdrawals from the NKOTB concert. My sleep has been invaded by the infamous picture of Donnie that Aunt D took. Anyhoo, I'm slowly getting my house back in order and today consisted of a bazillion loads of laundry. During my last load, I was trying to multi-task by cooking taco meat in between taking clean clothes into my bedroom to fold. This left an open dryer door and the perfect opportunity for the Dryer Monster to surface.

If I don't make eye contact, she won't see me... Works for the raccoons, right?

What'dya mean I gotta get out? I don't wanna! You neber get me outta hewe!!!

But if I smile like this and say cheese, will it buy me a coupla more minutes?

Can I do it again? Pweeezeeee?!

And yes, before I get the lecture, I do realize that this is not the safest thing for a kid to do and now that I know he likes it, I'll be all the more careful. However, he gets his love of front loading dryers honestly. I remember as a little kid going to the laundromat with my mom to wash sleeping bags (after a camping trip). The washers and dryers were HUGE and my little body fit perfectly into the, much to the dismay of my mom, who more than likely had the same hidden smile on her face that I did today.