There’s something about a wrinkled towel that Milo finds irresistible. He spent a good 20 minutes this evening going round and round the thing, tugging out the corners, smoothing out the sides, trying to get it to lay perfecting flat, while panting and huffing with the effort. He worked on it for quite a while upside-down before he decided to flip it over. And he didn’t want any help–when we asked he just said “Me!” and gestured with a waving hand for us to keep away. Hopefully this bodes well for tidy bed-making in the future….