I love you Little Bro!

I have 2 brothers. Both younger than me but for the purpose of this story, we'll call them Big Brother and Little Brother. So. Little Brother. It always amazed me that this kid not only moved out of the home we grew up in but actually survived. Because... he was one of 2 Little Kids in the family. There were us 2 big kids and those 2 little kids. And Everybody Knows that Little Kids need people around to take care of them. That's Just How It Is. I have no idea how it happened nor do I know how he survived but he did. So one day, I was at his apartment. Ok. So 'survive' is a good word for what he did there. Being the Big Sister, I dug up a tub of elbow grease and had a blast. Somehow, it was a whole lot more fun cleaning his apt than it ever had been cleaning up after him at home. Not that it was just him to clean up after. You know what I mean. So, nice tub of elbow grease. And the washers and driers are in the basement. And his laundry basket's overflowing. And there's a stack of quarters and soap. And he sure doesn't mind if someone puts all those ingredients together to see what will happen. So. Off I go. Sort and stain treat and start a load or 2  or so. And more and more and more. And no more quarters. I ask for more. He's horrified. I gave you a whole bunch, he says. I know, I say, but they're gone and I'm not even half done. Well, he says (in a very unimpressed voice) That should have been more than enough to wash AND dry it all. I don't have anymore. 

Heh. I had to go get more. I got some real insight that day into an alternative method of doing laundry. And into the cause for the uniform color of everything. ;) 

And- we're still friends... I think...