My dad and my step-dad both knew how to do laundry. My dad taught me about sorting clothes and ironing. He also taught me how to make my bed. When he was done demonstrating, he bounced a quarter on it. I never got that good at bed-making, but my clothing stays the proper colors and sizes when I wash and dry it. I don't let J-boy do my laundry any more. He did them once, and my uniform t-shirts were all an interesting shade of pinkish-grey and my spiffy socks were all doll-sized when he got done. Somewhere, my dad is having a mighty good laugh...