~Aaron's POV
I stood there for a moment, looking at the mess on the floor, then at the twins, and I knew there was no way they were going to get through it on their own without turning it into another argument.
So I exhaled quietly and crouched down with them.
"Alright," I said, picking up one of the shirts. "We're going to do this properly."
They both looked at me, still pouting a little, but they came closer anyway.
I held the shirt up. "First, you spread it like this," I said, laying it flat on the bed. "Then you fold this side in… and then the other side."
They watched closely.
"Then you fold from the bottom," I continued, showing them slowly, "and that's it."
Jasmine blinked. "That's easy."
"Then do it," I replied, handing her another shirt.
She tried, though it came out a bit crooked.
"No," I said gently, adjusting it. "Not like that. Look again."
Hanith picked one too, trying to compete. "Mine will be better."
"We'll see," I said, watching both of them.
