This, plus another unfortunate event in which she made a sass-mouth comment about her lack of clean laundry, resulted in Carlie learning how to do her own laundry and now being responsible for washing her own clothes.
So tonight, with school looming in the morning, I said, "Hey, you need to put your clothes in the washer so you'll have something to wear to school tomorrow."
And she said, "Okay," and she took a basket of laundry down to the basement.
Before she went to bed I said, "Hey, you need to put those clothes in the dryer so you'll have something to wear to school tomorrow."
And she said "Okay," and she went downstairs and took the clothes out of the washer and put them into the dryer.
I was feeling all smuggy at bedtime, thinking wow, I've got that kid trained! And when I went into the laundry room to wash a load of towels, I decided to be a kind and generous mom and retrieve her clothing from the dryer and bring it upstairs. That way, in the morning, it'll be right there and she won't have to trek down to the basement.
Imagine my surprise when I opened the dryer and the contents were: two pairs of jeans, a tee shirt, three bath towels and one sneaker.
No white polo shirts, no plaid skorts, nothing that she can wear to school.
Tomorrow morning should be interesting.