No end to the Laundry

Last night I was folding clothes in the hallway. I've gotten so lazy I can't even pick the pile up and carry them somewhere. I just pull them out on the floor and start folding. A certain little red head toddled up and offered her assistance, picking up a pile of her clothes. I told her to take them to her room. She did and returned to pick up another pile. Her sister's pile. I told her to take them to her room and she obliged. A little while later I went in their room, expecting to see a pile of clothes. They were gone. I asked her where the clothes were and she walked over to the dirty clothes basket and pointed. That's right, it's like I hadn't done laundry at all.