It’s chore day, and one of the chores we do on the weekends is laundry. Much like I did when I was a kid, Udo finds laundry absolutely dead boring. He was waiting impatiently in the doorway as I folded clothes because he was ready to play.
Stan was keeping him company because he was ready for me to sit down and provide feet to lay upon. It’s Saturday evening, so they both got their wishes.