Yesterday I told the kids that as soon as we finished lunch we were going to take ALL the winter clothes out of the storage and go through them - decide what was garbage, what was hand-me-downs and what was wearable. So while I washed up the dishes the kids were busy dragging out all the clothes and piling them in the living room. Then we spent the entire afternoon sorting them all out in different piles.
Mustafa complained about the growing garbage pile. He kept saying things like 'I think this one is still usable.' 'That one's a classic.' 'I'm sure this one could be fixed if we take it to the tailor.' 'I think if we keep this one it will come back in style again.' - but most of all he kept saying - 'I spent a fortune on these clothes and none of you appreciate it!' - Finally, God blessed us with his mercy - Mustafa decided to go out and leave us be.
The kids got bored after a while and I had threaten them with bodily harm if they didn't help me finish off the job. But we got the job done and we won't have to do it again until it's time to take out the summer clothes.
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