I had a laundry basket full of dirty clothes and a baby that both needed to get downstairs. So I plopped the baby on top and schlepped them both to the laundry room. The Boy seemed to have enjoyed the ride so I left him in the basket to accomplish some other quick task (because you never disturb a happy baby). There was a quick turnaround of emotions, however, so I went to pick him up. I brought his head to my cheek and instinctively smelled the top of his head (because who doesn't love to smell the top of a baby's head?) and nearly wretched. That aroma was not what I expected from his little peach of a head. I looked down into the basket and realized those were workout clothes. To make matters worse he was lying directly on top of inside-out cycling shorts. Yuck stix! My poor baby!
We marched right back upstairs where I gave The Boy a bath. Needless to say, I did not save myself any time with that multitasking maneuver.