I was dressing Anjali this morning when Nik ran into the room with a dress in his hands and a look of horror on his face. (It was the dress Anju had worn yesterday, and I had tossed it in his laundry basket since I changed her in his room last night.)
Nik: “What is this, mom? WHAT is this?!”
Me: “Anjali’s dress.”
Nik: “WHO put it in my laundry basket?!”
Me: “I did.”
Nik: “NO, mom! It goes HERE!” And plopped it into Anju’s laundry basket.
And then ran back to his room to make sure that no more girl stuff was in his basket!