Momma’s Little Helper

      Momma spent the morning washing clothes in our bathtub.  I was three and I loved to ‘hep momma” as I put my little hands on the washboard where she scrubbed each piece. 

      Leaving the clothes to soak , an exhausted Momma put me to bed and laid down for a nap herself.  Somewhere in her sleep consciousness, she remembers hearing me chanting “hep momma” over and over as I walked from my room to the bathroom numerous times.  Momma came running to discover how I was ‘hepping” her:  She soon discovered  every stitch of clothing I owned  in the bathtub.