I’m fortunate that Sven is not adverse to cleaning and regularly does dishes. He raised two boys by himself in Sweden in the 1970s, which may explain this propensity for what is usually deemed women’s work. He even knows how to use a sewing machine. But his favorite household chore must be ironing.“Thanks for being my laundry man,” I said as he opened the ironing board.
Indignant, he exclaimed, “I’m not a laundry man. I’m … I’m the ironman.” And, all afternoon he was singing “I am the ironman, I am the ironman …” to the tune of “I’m Popeye The Sailor Man.”
