5 year old folded her laundry, kept count of each type of clothing, made me write down the final inventory, got excited about the word “inventory,” double checked the inventory, reported it back to us, and is now reciting it in bed after lights out.

“5 shirts…16 socks…4 skirts…7 underwear…”

I know it’s a mug’s game to guess what your little kid will do when they grow up, but I’ll be damned if she’s not an accountant in 20 years. πŸ€·β€β™‚οΈ


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