Oh No! My dog just jumped on me and I am grimy and slimy from cap to socks. My Dad says that I smell like a wet dog.

I will add my clothes to the rest of the dirty laundry. I am glad Mom and Dad will help me wash and dry my clothes. I would not want to do this job my myself.

Luckily, I still have lots of clean clothes in my dresser. It smells like a bag of lemons in there. I'll be glad when those dirty clothes smell that good.

I carry the bag of stinky clothes over to the washing machine. I hold my breath as I carry the bag and try to imagine a field of flowers. 

I am glad we have our own washing machine at home. My Aunt takes her clothes to the rub-a-dub-dub laundromat. There are lots of people there and the machines make loud noises as they wash and dry the clothes. My aunt has to use a lot of quarters to wash and dry her clothes.

At our house Mom helps me wash our clothes. We put the very dirty clothes in a pile to later be put in the washing machine. It will twist and turn the dirt right out the clothes for us. 

We put some of the delicate clothes in a pile to wash by hand. We swish and swirl the clothes in the soapy water. Their are bubbles on my clothes and bubbles up my nose.

Before we put the clothes in the washing machine we have to sort them. We make a pile of the light colored ones to wash together. If we washed Dad's dark red shirt with my white socks my socks would turn pink!

We make a pile of dark colored clothes too.If we wash my white socks with Mom's dark blue pants my socks would be baby blue.

We toss a load of dirty clothes in the washer then clunk I shut the door.Mom lets me put our dry soap powder in the hole at the top of the washer. Then, I add the liquid fabric softener. Next, comes the best part I get to push the on button and listen to the machine work. I watch the clothes slosh around inside. I am looking at my favorite book when I hear DING. The washing machine symbol tells me the clothes are ready. They are clean but still wet.

Dad helps me with the next step drying the clothes. If the sun is shining we hang them outside on our clothesline. I hand Dad the clothespins. The clothes will smell like the Sun and wind when they dry.