My daughter's beloved baby needed washing.
It was filthy.
I put it in the washing machine some time in the afternoon, but forgot about the laundry until after dinner.
I realized my mistake at bedtime.
My Littlest Girl asked for baby.
I told her it was in the washing machine.
It wasn't dry yet.
She didn't care.
She wanted her baby.
I went down and got it for her.
It was damp, but acceptable in the eyes of my daughter.
She looked at me with appreciation.
And then I knew.
Nobody puts Baby in the dryer.
At least not at bedtime.