“G, oh G, why did you do this?”

I was in the kitchen, having just returned from taking out the compost and checking on our garden — removing suckers from the tomatoes, looking in wonder at just how prodigious our cucumber plants will be, winding our bean stalks around the twine they’re supposed to be wrapping themselves around — and so I was confused. “What did I do?”

“You mixed the dirty clothes in with the clean.”

“No, I didn’t. I was in the garden.”

All eyes fell on E, our little helper.