Washington

Ryen tenderly refers to our washing machine as the "washington". Whenever something gets dirty, she just shrugs her shoulders and says something like, "That's okay Mom... we'll just throw it in the washington." Today, I was catching up on laundry from our trip to Michigan and I had one of our suitcases sitting in front of the washer. Ryen climbed up on it and said in a very serious tone, "I have been thinking about this for a very long time." Then, she peered inside the washing machine to see what the inside looked like. After checking everything out thoroughly, she looked at me and said, "I'm very disappointed."