The other day I dug deep into the back of my closet. I dragged out something I hadn’t used in ten years, but today I needed it. Searching through dusty piled up boxes, I was sure I still had one.
My six year old’s curiosity peaked as he stuck his head in my way. I finally found it dusty , but in good shape. I don’t think I had used it more than a half dozen times. As I went and set it up, I could see my son’s eyes light up with questions.
I told him not to touch it because it was hot. Finally the question I knew he had, blurted out. “Mom, what is that? I’ve never seen one before.” I had to laugh as I explained to him what it was and why I was using it. He had never seen an iron and an ironing board before and I hope he doesn’t expect to see one often. Isn’t that what wrinkle free clothes are for?