Luisa usually does the laundry but, today, I went downstairs to switch loads. As I was putting another load into the washer, I realized that the kids clothes don't need to be treated for stains as often. They aren't covered in spaghetti and fruit and mud and those mysterious stains that defied identification. I remember when every article of clothing required Shout and wishing it was easier. When you are in the middle of those early years, it's hard to imagine a day when your kids won't be messy. I don't know when that day arrived but I noticed today. Every shirt and pair of pants went right into the washer without a single splash of Shout. I don't miss the mess but I do sometimes miss the little people who made them.