This doesn’t even count the little things but the next big one was mopping.
He did pretty well on dark clothes washing today.
And another with that: I told him to forcibly shake out a shirt before putting on a hanger to dry.
It was like watching a Lady wave a handkerchief in the air.
I took it from him and ‘snapped’ the wet fabric in the air.
Then — for style — I showed him the quick-brush-smoothing technique to further pre-remove wrinkles.
Even a toddler knows this from watching but Spike never thought it would matter to him, so he didn’t bother observing.
I finally finished unfucking the bulletin board. This box is stuff to burn.